Riya, Sanya, and Shehnaaz sat quietly in the campus canteen, sipping  their hot coffees. The silence stretched until Riya finally broke it, unable to sit still anymore.

Riya: "Yaar, chal na... college ke baad shopping par chalte hain."

Sanya raised a brow.

Sanya: "Riya, tune abhi ek week pehle hi shopping kiya hai."

Riya flicked her hair dramatically.

Riya: "Toh paise mere hain. Main jitna shopping karun, tujhe kya? Chalna hai toh chal, warna sirf main aur Shehnaaz hi jayenge."

Sanya rolled her eyes with a sigh.

Before the bickering could continue, Shehnaaz placed her cup down softly.

Shehnaaz: "Riya, main nahi ja paungi. Mujhe abhi library mein kuch kaam hai... aur phir main college se nikal jaungi."

Riya frowned.

Riya: "Kya kaam? Aur aage ke lectures attend nahi karegi?"

Shehnaaz shook her head.

Shehnaaz: "No. Acha... chal, main jaati hoon. Bye."

She quickly picked up her bag and walked away toward the library.

After spending around 30-45 minutes there, she left the college quietly.

Now she stood in front of a house, fingers trembling, heart thudding. She rang the bell softly, rubbing her palms against each other-nervous, confused.

Naaz (whispering to herself):

"Address toh yahi hai na? Par mujhe aisa kyun lag raha jaise main yahan pehle aa chuki hoon..." 🤔

Before she could overthink, the door clicked open.

A lady in her 60s appeared, draped in simple salwar suit , and the moment Naaz saw her...

Her eyes widened in shock.

Naaz: "Namaste, Aunty Aap?? "

She joined her palms respectfully.

The woman's eyes softened warmly.

Lady: "Shehnaaz, right?"

Naaz's face instantly lit up into the brightest smile.

Naaz: "Main yaad hoon aapko?"

The lady chuckled.

Lady: "Of course, bacha. Tum koi bhoolne wali cheez ho?"

She opened the door wider.

"Come inside."

Naaz clutched her dupatta with a shy

grin.

Naaz: "Hayeee Aunty, sachchi?"

They both leaned in and shared a warm, heartfelt hug like meeting someone who once felt like home.

Rita maa smiled warmly at her, cupping Naaz's cheek affectionately.

Rita Maa: "Aur batao bacha... aaj kaise yaad aa gayi meri?"

Naaz pouted cutely.

Naaz: "Hayee Aunty... aap bhi koi bhoolne wali cheez thodi ho. Aapko toh main roz hi yaad karti hoon."

Rita maa lightly tapped her forehead.

Rita Maa: "Badmaash! Ruk, main tere liye kuch lekar aati hoon. Phir hum bahot saari baatein karenge."

Before she could stand, Naaz quickly held her hand.

Her voice suddenly turned soft... hesitant.

Naaz: "Aunty... woh... mujhe kuch poochna tha."

Rita maa sat back down instantly.

Rita Maa: "Haan, poochho na bacha."

Naaz's fingers fidgeted with the corner of her dupatta her heartbeat picked up.

Her voice came out barely above a whisper.

Naaz: "Sidharth sir... yahi rehte hain?"

Rita maa's eyebrows lifted in recognition.

Rita Maa: "Sidharth? Arre haan, woh hi toh hai mera beta... jiske baare mein main uss din batane waali thi. Par hamari baat adhuri reh gayi thi na?"

Naaz nodded quickly.

Naaz: "Ji. Woh... aapke guest aa gaye the tab. Chale gaye wo?"

Rita Maa: "Haan, abhi apne relatives ke ghar gaye hain."

Naaz swallowed, her voice barely steady.

Naaz: "Sir... kaha hain?"

Rita maa exhaled deeply.

Rita Maa:

"Woh rest kar raha hai, bacha. Tujhe toh pata hi hoga na... uska accident ho gaya tha trekking par."

Naaz froze & guilt crippled in her heart.

Rita Maa: "Maine kitna poocha usse-kya hua, kaise hua? Par kuch batata hi nahi. Zidd ka pakka. Bas chup chaap rehne laga hai. Abhi kal hi toh aaya hospital se."

Naaz felt her breath hitch.her eyes burned , her lips trembled.

He didn't tell anyone, he didn't even mention what really happened.

Her heart twisted painfully.

Because she knew exactly what happened on that cliff.

Flashback

"SIDHAAARTH!"

Riya held her shoulders, Sanya covered her mouth in shock-everyone froze, staring at the edge where he'd fallen.

But before the silence could swallow them,

a jerk-

a sudden pull-

and the helpers noticed the secondary safety rope swing violently.

One of them shouted,

"He's hanging! Backup rope caught him!"

Naaz's knees buckled in relief, but her fear only grew sharper.

She stumbled forward, almost falling as she crawled toward the edge.

"Sidharth!! SIDHARTH!"

Down below-about 15-20 feet.

Sidharth hung mid-air, dangling from the safety rope tied to his harness, his chest heaving, eyes wide with shock, one hand desperately clinging to the rope to steady himself.

He lifted his head with effort.

"Naaz...!"

His voice was faint but alive.

Her tears spilled even faster.

"Sidharth, rukko! Rukko, please! Hum aa rahe!"

The helpers moved instantly.

Manager shouted to the team,

"Pull the secondary rope! Slow and steady!"

Two professionals and a guide hooked the rope to the anchor, creating a pulley system.

Slowly... carefully... inch by inch, they began pulling Sidharth upward.

Finally sidharth came but he was badly injured. There were scratches all over his hands , cut marks on his face and his forhead is also bleeding.

Naaz threw herself onto him with a sob making him hiss as there were injuries on his back also.

She collapsed into his chest, fists clutching his shirt tightly. Checking his injuries and he just smile faintly at her concern. After sometime, medical team came and they all rushed toward the hospital.

Flashback ends.

Naaz simply nodded, saying nothing more.

She wanted to go to him-so badly. Every second felt heavier than the last. But asking about Sidharth again and again would look so awkward... so desperate.

Her heart kept tugging her forward, yet her feet stayed frozen in place.

RM watched her quietly, her eyes narrowing with understanding. After a moment, she asked gently:

RM: "Tu Sidharth ko dekhne aayi hai, na?"

Naaz's eyes widened at the sudden question. She first shook her head... then slowly nodded, unable to hide it anymore.

Naaz: "Ji... woh... mm..."

RM smiled.

RM: "Relax. Main bula kar laati hoon."

She took a few steps but suddenly stopped mid-way. Something clicked in her mind. Turning back to Naaz, she said:

RM: "Shehnaaz, aisa kar-tu uske room mein hi jaa kar mil le."

Naaz's head shot up. Excitement lit her face instantly. She nodded and almost ran toward his room, only to return within seconds, standing at the entrance of the living room, staring at the floor and nervously fidgeting with her fingers.

RM let out a soft laugh.

RM: "Left side, third room."

Naaz nodded again, cheeks warm, and finally walked toward the correct door.

Her heart thudded wildly in her chest; excitement and nervousness tangled so tightly inside her that she could hardly breathe. She hadn't seen him for two whole days-two days that had felt longer than years.

After the incident, she had gone with him to the hospital along with a male teacher. Sidharth had been given injection so he was  unconscious... completely still.  Two days he remained unconscious due to heavy effects of medicine and also his injury on his forehead but Naaz had remained by his side-silent, restless, praying. School management tried contacting his mother, but she was out of town for a Brahma Kumaris prayer meet.

On the third day, a teacher told her his mother was finally arriving.

Naaz didn't want to leave... not even for a moment. But she knew staying with him any longer would only invite trouble-for him. So with a heavy heart, she forced herself to walk out.

His mother reached the hospital, and not too long after, Sidharth finally regained consciousness.

The first thing he did was look for her.

But she wasn't there.

On the fourth day, the doctor discharged him reluctantly after a long argument-because Sidharth absolutely refused to stay any longer. When Naaz came to the hospital hoping to see him, the doctor told her he had already left with his mother.

Her heart sank.

She rushed to his apartment, but seeing the locked door doubled her sadness. With no option left, she dragged herself to college. And then-like a spark-an idea struck her. She asked students for his full address. No one knew. She asked teachers. And finally, somehow, after a lot of searching, she found it.

Which brought her to today.

The fifth day.

She was finally here.

Finally going to see him.

Her palms were sweating, her heartbeat a soft thunder in her ears. Every emotion-fear, longing, relief-collided inside her as she raised her hand.

And then, gently...

She knocked on his door.

Knock... knock...

The sound echoed through the silent hallway, and Naaz held her breath, waiting.

Sid: Come.

Naaz pushed the door open and quietly stepped inside.

For a moment, her breath just stopped.

Sidharth stood before the large mirror-bare except for a pair of black shorts-his back turned to her, muscles flexing as he tried to apply ointment to the angry red wounds running across his skin. The light from the window fell on him, outlining every sharp line of his well-toned body.

Naaz's throat went dry. She gulped, eyes wide, heart thundering.

But the trance shattered the moment she heard him hiss in pain.

He was struggling. His hand couldn't reach the deeper  on his back.

Without thinking, she moved toward him-soft steps, like she was afraid the moment would break. She stopped right behind him, her breath barely brushing his skin, and gently took the ointment tube from his hand.

Sidharth froze.

Then slowly-almost scared to believe it-he turned his head slightly.

His eyes widened.

For a second, he genuinely thought he was hallucinating her... but then she snatched the cotton ball from his fingers, snapping him out of the thought.

He opened his mouth to protest.

but she placed a finger on her lips, a firm little Shhh...

Then, with a gentle nudge, she turned him around so his back faced her again.

She squeezed a small blob of ointment on her fingertip and began applying it on his wounds, carefully... tenderly... as if her touch itself could erase the pain.

Neither of them spoke.

The only sounds were his slow, controlled breaths... and her uneven ones.

After a few minutes, he suddenly heard a tiny sniffle.

Then another.

His heart stopped.

He immediately turned, grabbed her face in both hands, and forced her to look at him.

"Shehnaaz... kya hua? Ro kyu rahi ho, meri jaan?" his voice was soft-aching.

Naaz's eyes overflowed.

"I-I'm sorry..." she choked out, hiccuping between words. "I'm really... really sorry... meri wajah se a-apko itni... itni chot lagi... I-I am... s-sorry... so so sorry..."

Her whole body shook as the guilt poured out of her.

Sid stepped closer, his voice low but firm.

"Tu kyu sorry bol rahi hai? Teri wajah se kuch nahi hua, darling. Aur ab to main theek bhi ho gaya na?"

Naaz's lips trembled, her breath shaking.

"Nahi... sab... sab meri wajah se hua hai. Kahan theek hue aap? A-aapko itni chot lagi hai... sab meri hi galti hai. Mujhe jaana hi nahi chahiye tha..."

Sid exhaled sharply, frustrated at her pain.

"Abe gadhi, tu chup karegi thodi der? Teri wajah se kuch nahi hua, samjhi? Ye faltu ka soch dimag se nikal de."

She didn't answer-just cried harder, her shoulders shaking.

"Abey yaar..." he muttered helplessly, pulling her into his arms.

Wrapping her tight, he whispered against her hair,

"Shh... shh... meri jaan. Please baby, chup ho ja. Tu itna zor zor se ro rahi hai... Mom ko lagega ki maine maara hai tujhe."

He tried to lighten her mood, but his touch stayed tender.

He slowly pulled back, cupping her face with both hands.

His thumbs brushed her damp cheeks as he said softly, almost pleading,

"Stop overthinking, sweetheart. Teri wajah se kuch nahi hua. Ok?"

Naaz sniffled and nodded. He leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead-warm, reassuring, grounding.

She took a shaky breath.

"Acha... peeche ghoome. Mujhe dressing karni hai."

As he turned, Sid noticed her face-red from crying, eyes swollen and shining. His heart clenched.

Before turning fully, he wiped the lingering tears from the corners of her eyes, kissed each eyelid softly, then placed a small sweet kiss on her nose. Only then did he finally turn around, letting her tend to his wound.

Naaz's cheeks heated as she leaned in to finish bandaging him. Her fingers moved carefully along the edge of the gauze, tracing the skin around it. There were tiny bruises scattered across his back-each one making her chest tighten.

Unable to stop herself, she bent forward and pressed a soft, feather-light kiss on his back.

A sudden shiver ran through Sid's spine.

She rested her cheek gently against him, eyes closing for a moment.

A slow, uncontrollable smile stretched across Sid's face.

It almost felt unreal-she was here.

His Naaz.

In his house... in his room... touching him, caring for him, choosing to stay close.

He wanted to freeze this moment.

Keep her like this-within reach, within breath-forever.

But the universe had other plans.

A sharp knock on the door snapped them apart instantly.

They jumped away from each other like teenagers caught doing something forbidden.

Rita Maa walked in with a tray.

Naaz straightened immediately and rushed forward.

"Main leti hoon, Rita aunty," she said softly, taking the plate from her and placing it on the table.

Rm smiled at her... and then turned to her son.

Without warning, she lightly smacked the back of Sid's head.

Sid winced dramatically.

"Ouch!! Mom yaar, chot lagi hai!" he complained, rubbing his head like a wounded child.

Rita Maa crossed her arms.

"Sidharth, where is your shirt?" she asked sternly.

Sid froze.

"Mom... wohh... umm... main-" he stammered helplessly.

Rm raised a brow.

"'Mom woh main' ke aage bhi kuch bol."

Sid threw his hands up.

"Yaar mom, sab aapki galti hai! Aapko mujhe batana chahiye tha ki Na- I mean Shehnaaz aa rahi hai! To main pehen leta shirt. Ab wo achanak se aa gayi, to main kya karta? Main to ointment laga raha tha, ab shirt pehen ke thodi na laga sakta tha!" he whined, sounding like a guilty kid caught eating sweets.

Rita Maa tapped her foot.

"Toh ointment lagaa liya... aur ye patti tune bandhi hai?"

Sid blinked. Corner of his lip twitched.

Sid's eyes flicked toward Naaz, and she quickly shook her head in a sharp "NO" a desperate warning not to take her name.

But Sid being Sid... just shrugged.

He looked straight at Rita Maa and said,

"Shehnaaz ne."

Naaz's head snapped toward him, eyes wide. She glared at him for a split second-only to immediately regret it as Rita Maa's gaze landed on her.

Rita Maa's stern expression melted into a soft chuckle.

She stepped closer to Naaz.

"Naaz bacche, chai pee lo. Aur aaj ka lunch humare saath karna hai... okay?"

And with a warm smile, she walked out.

Naaz's mouth fell open slightly, her eyes widening in shock.

Sidharth nearly choked on air.

He coughed loudly, trying to hide the goofy smile threatening to escape.

He took a step toward Naaz, but she cut him off with a fierce glare, grabbed the tray, and left the room without a word.

In the living room

Naaz sat beside Rita Maa, sipping tea as quietly as possible-trying to blend into the sofa itself. Her heartbeat was still jumping around from embarrassment.

Just then Sidharth walked in wearing a red t-shirt and white shorts, hair slightly messy, acting as if he hadn't caused chaos two minutes ago.

He sat on the opposite sofa, right in Naaz's line of sight.

Rita Maa glared at him.

"Sidharth! Guest ke saamne to full kapde pehna kar!"

Sid raised an eyebrow.

"Ab kya fayda, Mom? Usne toh waise bhi mujhe bina kapdo ke dekh liya."

Naaz choked on her tea-properly choked.

She slapped her palm over her face, her entire skin turning crimson from embarrassment.

Sid bit back a grin, looking way too proud of himself.

Naaz wished the sofa would just swallow her whole.

a sharp thapaak landed on the back of his head.

"Chup kar!" Rita Maa scolded.

"Kuch bhi bakwaas karta hai. Chal Shehnaaz, hum khaane ki tayyari karte hain warna yeh aise hi bakwaas karta rahega."

Sid rubbed his head dramatically while Naaz tried not to laugh.

Rita Maa and Naaz left the corridor together.

All three were seated around dining table , plates filled with warm home-cooked food.

Rita Maa looked toward Naaz with a gentle smile.

"Aur batao Shehnaaz... kuch apne baare mein."

Naaz blinked.

"Apne baare mein?"

She straightened a little & hesitated before speaking....

"Main Shehnaaz Gill... ye to aapko pata hi hai. Main pehle Punjab mein rehti thi, phir padhai ke liye yahan aa gayi. Excel College mein padhti hoon-B.Sc second year. Ye bhi shayad main aapko bol chuki hoon..."

She paused only for a second before the dam broke.

"Aur mujhe painting, dancing, singing sabka bahot shauk hai. Jab bhi mera mood off hota hai na, main painting zyada karti hoon. Aur tab main chocolates bahot khaati hoon."

Her hands animatedly moved as she spoke.

"Haye rabba, aapko pata hai chocolates kha kha kar na mera weight itna badh gaya tha ki mujhe dieting karni pad gayi thi! Kyunki ye gym-vym na mere se hota hi nahi. Aapko pata hai ek baar maine treadmill try kiya..."

She leaned forward slightly, eyes widening at the memory.

"Aur uske baad meri jo haalat hui-haye rabba, ekdum siyappa ho gaya! Pure body mein dard... aur main-"

Suddenly she stopped.

Because across the table...

Rita Maa and Sidharth had completely stopped eating.

Both were staring at her with the exact same expression-faces resting on their hands, elbows on the table, looking completely mesmerized.

Sid's lips were slightly parted, eyes soft with amusement.

Rita Maa was smiling warmly, in full "yeh kitni pyaari bachi hai" mode.

Naaz blinked.

"...kya hua?" she asked softly, suddenly very aware of her rambling.

Rita Maa raised an eyebrow when Naaz suddenly went silent.

"Kya hua? Ruk kyu gayi?"

Naaz bit her lip, fingers nervously fidgeting with her spoon.

"Sorry... wo main kabhi kabhi over-excited ho jaati hoon. Aur phir kuch zyada hi bakwaas karne lag padti hoon."

Rita Maa laughed softly and pointed directly at Sidharth.

"Koi baat nahi, bacha. Mujhe to aadat hai... hamesha iski sadi hui bakwaas sunti hoon."

Sid glared.

"Mom!"

But she continued lovingly, turning back to Naaz.

"Aur teri bakwaas to bahot pyaari aur cute hai. Bilkul teri tarah."

Naaz's eyes sparkled.

"Heinnn? Sachhi?"

"Muchi," Rita Maa nodded dramatically.

Naaz giggled, shoulders relaxing-and just like that, her chatter resumed.

Lunch turned into a warm, laughter- filled hour, her nonstop blabber and sweet giggles filling the house with a liveliness it hadn't seen in years.

Even Rita Maa's eyes glowed.

After lunch they all settled in the living room.

Somewhere in between conversations, Sidharth quietly slipped out of the house with no explanation.

Naaz glanced at the door a few times, wondering where he went.

After a while she got up.

"Acha aunty... ab main chalti hoon. Kaafi time ho gaya."

Rita Maa caught her hand instantly.

"Thodi der aur ruk jao na, beta. Itne saalon baad is ghar mein raunak lag rahi hai."

Her eyes softened.

"Aur Sidharth bhi nahi hai. Usko to aane do, phir chali jaana."

Naaz hesitated.

Her chest tightened with a strange feeling but she shook her head.

"Nahi aunty... main ab aur nahi ruk sakti. Majboori hai, isliye jaana hoga. Warna mera bhi mann nahi jaane ka."

Rita Maa sighed, disappointed but understanding.

"Acha theek hai... ye Sidharth pata nahi kahan reh gaya."

Just then, the door clicked open.

Sidharth walked in briskly-with a packet in his hand, slightly out of breath as if he rushed back.

His eyes directly found Naaz.

Sidharth stepped inside with a grin, lifting the packet proudly.

"Tumne bulaya aur hum chale aaye... ice cream  hatheli par le aaye."

Rita Maa folded her arms.

"Kahan gayab ho gaya tha tu bina bataye?"

Sid blinked innocently.

"Mom, abhi toh bataya tha... ice cream lene gaya tha."

Rita Maa narrowed her eyes.

"Kab bataya?"

Sid huffed dramatically.

"Kya yaar... tu bhi kuch samajhti nahi hai."

Her eyebrow shot up.

"Pitna chah raha hai tu-bachi ke saamne?"

Sid straightened like a soldier.

"Acha acha, sorry. Aur yeh lo, nikalo ise pehle ke melt ho jaye."

Rita Maa snatched the packet and went straight to the kitchen, muttering something under her breath about "naak pe chadh gaya hai."

They all enjoyed the cold, sweet ice cream-Naaz smiling softly, Sid stealing glances at her like a kid who finally got his favorite candy, and Rita Maa pretending not to notice.

After 15 Minutes Naaz stood up , Getting Ready to Leave

Naaz picked up her bag, adjusting the dupatta on her shoulder.

Sid instantly stood up.

"Naaz, main drop kar doon tumhe."

She shook her head immediately.

"Nahi... driver kaka hain, unhi ke saath jaungi. Aap rest karein."

Sid's face fell a little.

"Please, Naaz..."

She lowered her gaze.

"Sir... please. Kisi ne dekh liya toh problem ho jayegi."

Sid stepped closer, voice dropping to a soft plea.

"Bas thodi door tak..."

She finally looked up.

And that was his win.

The emotions in his eyes...The softness, the concern, the silent request...

It melted her resistance like the ice cream they just finished.

His expression held so much-something that made her chest tighten.

Naaz swallowed, her voice barely above a whisper.

"...Theek hai."

She nodded.

A smile-warm, relieved, almost boyish-spread across Sid's face.

They both walked out of apartment bisding bye to Rita aunty who looked at them with a serene smile on her face .

Naaz spot her car , rushing toward the car she  leaned toward the driver window.

"Kaka, aap seedhe college tak jaaiye. Mujhe thoda kaam hai... main baad mein aa jaungi."

The driver nodded without question and left.

Before she could even step back, Sid was already there-opening the passenger door for her like a gentleman who didn't even realize he was one. She quietly sat, and he walked around to the driver's seat.

The engine hummed softly.

The ride was quiet  But it wasn't the heavy, awkward silence two people avoid.

It was warm comforting.

A kind of silence that wrapped around them like a soft blanket.

Sid kept glancing at her from the corner of his eye.

Every time he looked at her, a new wave of emotion hit him.

He wanted to hold her, hide her away in his arms.

Never let her walk away again.

What she did today replayed in his mind like a slow, beautiful movie.

the way she had cared for him, the way she had bonded so effortlessly with his mom, the way his mother adored her,

and how the three of them had felt like a real family for a few hours.

It was surreal, Pure , a  dream he didn't realize he had until she stepped into it.

And as he looked at her again-her hair falling to one side, eyes lowered, fingers twisting nervously-he silently promised himself:

Chahe kitna bhi time lage... kitni bhi baar tu inkaar kare... ek din main tujhe apni zindagi bana ke rahunga.

On the other hand, Naaz was lost-completely drowned in the memory of their earlier moment.

Her face was burning.

She could still feel the heat of his bare back under her lips.

Could still feel the closeness... his breath mixing with hers.

She replayed every second-the way she stared at him shamelessly, the way he shivered under her touch, the way his mother treated her, the way he looked at her like she was the center of his world.

Her chest tightened.

"Itna accha lag raha tha... itna ghar jaisa".

She thought, She didn't want to leave that house that felt so peaceful.

But she had her own world too.

Her own people to take care of.

Her mother... her-

Her thoughts broke when she felt a warm touch wrap around her fingers.

She looked down.

Sid had gently taken her hand.

And before she could react, he lifted it to his lips and pressed a soft, lingering kiss on her knuckles... then rested their joined hands on his thigh-his thumb stroking hers slowly, like a silent confession he didn't dare say out loud.

Naaz didn't pull away not even a little.

She just closed her eyes for a second and let herself feel.

Just this moment.

Just him.

They reached the college gate sooner than either of them wanted.

Sid didn't let go.

In fact, his grip tightened-subtly but desperately-as if releasing her meant losing a piece of himself.

Naaz felt the pressure of his fingers... and her heart cracked.

She squeezed his hand back.

A lone tear escaped her eye-quiet, helpless, full of everything she couldn't say out loud.

Sid noticed instantly.

"Naaz..." he whispered, pain coating her name.

She shook her head slightly, wiping her tear with her other hand, trying to smile.

Sidharth gently slid his fingers under her chin and turned her face toward him. Her eyes were glassy, lashes wet. His chest tightened.

Without a word, he brushed his thumb across her cheek, wiping away the tear that had escaped. Then he leaned in and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to her forehead-warm, protective... almost a promise.

Naaz closed her eyes, letting herself melt into that moment for just a heartbeat more. When she opened them, she lifted the hand that was still cupping her face and brought it to her lips. She placed a delicate kiss on his palm, her touch feather-light yet powerful enough to shatter him from the inside.

Before he could say anything, she gently removed his hand, stepped out of the car, and walked toward her own vehicle that had been waiting for her. She didn't look back-she couldn't.

If she did, she knew she wouldn't be able to leave.

Sidharth watched silently as she got in and the car pulled away from him. His fingers curled into a fist, still holding the warmth of her kiss... the only thing he had left of her in that moment.

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