"Tell me, Prakriti... tell me how much you love me," he demands, pinning my wrists against the wall. Pain shoots through me. I look up-and I don't see the man I once dated. I see a stranger. A monster. "Answer me! Why aren't you saying anything?" His eyes blaze red with fury. I squeeze my eyes shut, the pain in my wrists nothing compared to the ache in my chest. He grabs my face with one hand. "Just say it! Say you love me, dammit!" I summon every ounce of strength and shove him away. He stumbles back. I breathe-finally. But before I can run, he lifts a knife and marches toward me. I freeze. The blade glints. My thoughts spiral. Is this how it ends? I close my eyes. I'm done fighting. 3 I should never have listened to uncle. 2 I should've told him the truth. 1 Told him how I really felt. That... That- 0 I love him. Ishaan My Ishaan I brace for pain. But it never comes. Instead-a gunshot. I open my eyes. And there he is. Gun in hand. Ishaan Agnihotri
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