From Lost Found

"This past few days have been hell without you, Ishan. You not looking at me, the thought of you hating me-it's tearing me apart. I can't sleep. I can't eat. That night haunts me, replaying over and over in my mind. Every time your eyes come to my mind, I feel a crushing guilt, and I hate myself even more. I can't even stand to look at myself in the mirror. The regret and shame are unbearable. Knowing that I caused you so much pain, that I crossed every line, it's like a knife twisting in my heart. I wake up every morning hoping it was just a nightmare, but it's real, and I did this to us. I don't know how to make it right, but I'm begging you to give me a chance. I can't live with myself if I know you'll never forgive me."

Ishan's heart clenched at the sight of Shubman's raw vulnerability. He had never seen him like this-so broken, so desperate. Shubman's tears build in his eyes, his shoulders shaking with the effort to hold himself together.

As Shubman dropped to his knees in front of him, Ishan's heart flinched, a wave of shock washing over him. Shubman's voice was barely audible as he whispered, "Please, Ishan. Tell me how I can make it up to you. I'll do anything. Just please, don't shut me out. Don't hate me."

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Dive into "From Lost Found" and experience the thrilling dynamics of an enemies-to-lovers romance that proves sometimes, the heart knows no bounds, not even rivalries.