Tum aur Mohabbat

Book 2 ── .✦
(Not a Standalone)

"Mere paas aur koi rasta nahi tha" Ardian finally responded, the weight of his own guilt pushing through. "Unhone... unhone mujhe aapki qasam di thi, Eshal. Mai kaise woh tod sakta tha?"

"Toh kya woh qasam unki zindagi se zyada ahm thi?" she demanded, voice trembling with fury and heartbreak. She took a step forward and shoved him-hard.

"Kya woh qasam itni ahm thi ki mai unke saath hie na hoti agar kuch ho jata?" Another shove, more forceful this time. Her chest heaved, eyes glistening with tears that refused to fall.

"Kya woh qasam itni ahm thi ki mai unhein alvida bhi na keh pati?" She pushed him again, almost stumbling herself.

Then came the storm.

She slammed her fists onto his chest, not out of anger, but out of desperation. Pain. Grief. Betrayal.

"Aap mere saath aisa kaise kar sakte hai?" she cried, each word torn from her soul as she kept hitting him-again, and again, and again.

He just stood there, letting every blow land, letting her anger pour out of her like a dam breaking.

And when she finally stopped, her shoulders shaking with sobs-he gently reached forward and took her hands in his. He began massaging them softly. His touch was featherlight. Tender.

Like she was the one who'd been wounded.

Not him.

She yanked her hands back as if his touch burned her. Shoved him gently, voice hoarse. "Dhoor rahein."

He took a small step back, pain flickering in his eyes.

"Mai aap par bharosa karna seekh rahi thi," she whispered, her voice cracking. "Lekin ab... ab mai nahi kar sakti. Aap woh shakhs nahi hein jispar mai bharosa kar sakoon."

The words hit like bullets.

Something behind his eyes cracked, months of trust and softness they had built reduced to rubble with just one sentence.