Love's Redemption♡

CHAPTER- 23

" We went too far in thinking and forgot that destinies are written"
-- Mahmoud Darwish
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5 years ago--

Vahni POV:

As I walk aimlessly, my feet carrying me away from the pain and the memories, I get lost in the labyrinth of streets. I don't notice the unfamiliar buildings, the strange faces, or the new sounds. I'm too caught up in my own world of heartache.

Suddenly, I find myself standing in front of an abandoned building. I've never seen it before, and I wonder how I ended up here. The building looms before me, its crumbling walls and shattered windows a testament to its neglect. I hesitate for a moment, wondering if I should explore it, but something about it draws me in.

I push open the creaky door and step inside. The air is thick with dust, and the only sound is the creaking of the old wooden beams. I look around, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings. This is not my usual haunt, but something about it feels right.

I find a spot amidst the rubble, surrounded by shattered glass and rusty metal, and collapse onto the dusty floor. As I sit there, the weight of Vihaan's betrayal crushes me. I feel like I've been punched in the gut, unable to breathe, unable to think. The pain is suffocating, a heavy blanket that wraps around my heart and squeezes tight.

Tears stream down my face as I think about how Vihaan shared our secret with his girlfriend. The memory of our moments together, the laughter, the whispers, the promises, all feel tainted now. I feel like I've been stripped naked, exposed to the world, and Vihaan's betrayal is the knife that cuts deepest.

I sob uncontrollably, my body shaking with each ragged breath. Why did he do this to me? Why did he throw away our trust, our love, our everything? The questions swirl in my mind like a maelstrom, each one a fresh wound that gapes open and bleeds.

And yet, despite the agony, despite the anger, I still can't help but think of Vihaan. His smile, his laugh, his eyes, they all haunt me, taunting me with what could have been. I'm trapped in this vicious cycle of love and hate, unable to escape, unable to move on.

As the tears dry on my cheeks, I'm left with a hollow feeling, a sense of desperation that claws at my soul. I'm lost, alone, and adrift in a sea of heartbreak, with no anchor to hold onto, no lifeline to cling to.

Notifications start pouring in, and I realize that everyone has heard about what happened. My friends are texting me, asking where I am, but I don't want to reply. I don't want to show them how broken I am. I turn off my phone and mindlessly sit there, my mind replaying every memory of Vihaan and me.

I remember that one time, two years ago, when he had come all the way from his house to meet me, just for 10 minutes. He had lied to his parents and come, and I was so shy around him. We didn't even talk much; we just sat there until it was time to go home.

That night, he had asked me, "Were you happy to see me?" I had said yes, and he had smiled, saying, "That's what matters. You're worth everything." His words echo in my mind, a bittersweet reminder of what we had, and what we've lost.

Another memory surfaces, and I'm transported back to a happier time. We used to play this silly game where we'd call each other repeatedly, trying to see how many times we could ring within a minute. The catch was, if the person on the other end answered, you'd lose a point. It was absurd, but we loved it.

Tears stream down my face as I recall these carefree moments. The pain of Vihaan's betrayal cuts deeper, as I realize that those joyful memories are now tainted by his deception.

I cry, losing all sense of time. When I finally look up, the sun is setting, casting a warm orange glow over the desolate landscape. I don't care about going home; I just want to escape the world and hide in a corner. The thought of facing people is daunting, but facing Vihaan is unbearable.

A war rages within me. One part of me wants to confront him, to slap him for betraying me so brutally. He had been my only friend, my confidant, my everything. And another part of me wants to beg and cry in front of him, to ask him why he did what he did to me. Why he threw away our friendship, our trust, our bond. The conflicting emotions tear me apart, leaving me feeling lost and helpless.

The crying exhausts me, and I fall asleep suddenly. But I'm jolted awake, my heart racing, as I realize it's dark outside. Fear grips me as I take in my unfamiliar surroundings. I'm alone, lost, and scared, with no idea how to find my way back home.

Panic sets in as I feel like the universe is conspiring against me. I try to turn on my phone, but the battery is dead. A fresh wave of tears crashes down as I feel like the whole world is against me.

"Why me?" I sob, feeling helpless and alone. "I didn't do anything wrong. Why do bad things always happen to me?" The darkness closes in around me, and I'm consumed by a sense of hopelessness and despair.

I sit there, frozen in fear, until I hear the sound of voices just outside the building. A chill runs down my spine as I realize I'm not alone. A part of me is convinced that today is my doom day - if someone were to hurt me here, no one would ever find out.

Another part of me screams to get out, to ask for help, to escape the darkness that's closing in around me. But my body feels heavy, weighed down by fear and uncertainty. I'm trapped, torn between the desire for safety and the fear of the unknown.

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