Out Of Sight, Always In Mind!

Prologue

Tanya: "Keya! Open the door! You can't just lock yourself in there. Please!"

Keya: "Go away!"

Tanya: "No, I won't!" (Her voice cracks, sobs breaking through.) "Krish is gone. No one knows where he is. And Vivan... he's already at the airport."

Keya's body tensed at the mention of Vivan. Her heart clenched. He had been her world, her everything. And just like that, he had shattered it all. Today was supposed to be their anniversary—a day she had spent weeks planning, her first big celebration without Krish's help. But instead of joy, all she had was heartbreak.

Krish had never been a fan of Vivan, and that had complicated everything. Over the last few weeks, their tension had escalated to something unbearable. She never imagined it would lead to this.

A few hours ago, her life had been perfect—a boyfriend who swore she was his everything, a best friend who promised to stand by her forever. The only flaw? The silent war between the two men she loved most. And now, it had all fallen apart.

A loud bang on the door snapped her out of her thoughts.

Varun: "Keya! You can't end it like this. Where's the girl who always fought for what was hers? The one who knew how to hold on to people? If you don't come out, you'll destroy more than just yourself. You'll break three lives."

Keya: (Her voice bitter, trembling.) "Three lives? Is that really the case? Vivan wasn't a part of my life as I'd hoped, and Krish never really understood me. Right now, I'm struggling with a lot of anger and pain towards them, feelings that have taken over the love I once had."

But that was a lie. Keya couldn't imagine life without them.

She had loved them both—differently but equally. Vivan, the man she had given her heart to. Krish, her constant, her safe place. She always believed they could at least tolerate each other for her sake. If she shared such a deep bond with them, didn't that mean they had something in common? But the truth was painful—they didn't. The only thing linking them was her. Their shared traits—stubbornness, confidence, strong opinions—only pushed them further apart.

She had believed they understood her heart had room for both of them. That loving one didn't mean replacing the other. But they didn't. They never did.

She buried her face in her hands, her body racked with silent sobs. Vivan had accused her of never truly loving him—that what they had was just lust, attraction, nothing more profound. Those words had drained the life out of her. And worse—he had claimed that Krish was the one she truly loved. As if her heart was a battlefield, and love was a war to be won.

She had waited for Krish to fight back, to prove Vivan wrong. But he didn't. Instead, he agreed.

Confessed.

The betrayal had exploded inside her, and for the first time in 24 years, she had slapped Krish.

He had stormed out without a word. And Vivan? He had just stood there, waiting for an explanation. Waiting for her to run after him, to tell him he was wrong. When she didn't, he had made his decision. He was leaving. Returning to the UK.

She had wanted to stop him. To prevent them both. But she couldn't.

Now, all she could do was cry.

The banging on the door continued.

Tanya: "Keya! Open up before we break this door!"

Mom: "Baby, please. We're here for you. Let us in."

She didn't answer. It was always Krish who had pulled her out of her darkest moments. But Krish was gone. And despite the anger, she was terrified for him.

Then, suddenly, a shadow moved near the window. Before she could react, Aarav climbed in.

Keya: "What the hell? Aarav?! How did you—? Ugh! Just leave."

Aarav: "Haven't I left enough times already?"

He quickly crossed the room, cupping her face in his hands.

Aarav: "Listen to me. I know you don't want to see them right now, but you'll regret this tomorrow. I've made decisions in anger, too, and spent years regretting them."

She met his gaze, raw and unwavering.

Aarav: "Keya... Vivan loves you."

Keya: "No, Aarav. Didn't you hear what he said?"

Aarav: "I heard everything. But did you? He wasn't telling you how he felt. He was telling you what he thought you felt. He was in pain, Keya, just like you. You need to see past your own heartbreak. Come with me. We can still stop him at the airport. You don't have to fix everything right now, but at least don't let him walk away thinking you never cared."

Aarav moved toward the door, unlocking it. People flooded in, their faces cautious, their words hesitant. But she barely noticed them.

Aarav: "I'll be waiting in the car."

For a moment, she stood frozen. Then, slowly, she started walking. Each step was heavy, and it was as if she was afraid to trust herself. Her mind had betrayed her before—twisting love into confusion, turning certainty into doubt. But this time, she chose to trust Aarav over her own fear.

She walked past the mansion's gates, looking to her left for Aarav's car. But before she could take another step, blinding headlights rushed toward her, making her squeeze her eyes shut.

The tyres screeched, halting just inches away. Her heart slammed against her ribs as she opened her eyes.

A voice called out from inside the car.

"Get in."

She knew that voice.

It was Krish.

Without hesitation, she opened the door and got in.