Vidhu – Broken
Her legs shook.
Her chest ached.
She stumbled out of the café, holding back sobs until the car door shut.
The car rolled past the iron gates, fountains still dancing, lights glowing warm against the mansion walls.
But Vidhu felt none of it.
Her chest ached. Her throat burned. Her eyes blurred.
She pushed open the door to her room, stumbled inside, and shut it with a trembling hand.
Silence.
Not Amma's gentle voice.
Not Appa's steady presence.
Not Yash's annoying laughter.
No one.
The emptiness wrapped around her like chains.
And then—finally—her walls cracked.
Her cry broke free, raw and sharp, echoing against the tall ceilings.
She collapsed onto the bed, pressing her face into the pillow, sobbing until her whole body shook.
Every word he said stabbed back into her chest.
"Did my existence interrupt your privacy, madam?"
"From today... let it be only student and professor between us."
"Forget the past me, Ms. Vidhanya."
She clutched her pillow tight, screaming into it.
"How could you say that, sir? How could you be so cold?"
Her tears soaked the sheets. Her chest heaved.
But somewhere inside, guilt burned heavier than pain.
Those words... weren't they mine first?
Didn't I wound him the same way when he confessed?
How much must he have hurt, hiding it all behind that calm face?
Her sobs grew louder, raw, unrestrained.
No one came. No one heard.
And for the first time, in the mansion filled with chandeliers and laughter, Vidhu felt utterly, devastatingly alone.
She curled into herself, whispering between broken breaths:
"Sir... I didn't mean it. I'm sorry... I'm so sorry..."
The night outside deepened, stars hidden behind heavy clouds.
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🌑 Rai Mansion – The Return
The grand double doors opened.
Siddharth stepped in, shoulders squared, face unreadable.
But his chest was burning.
Inside, the Simha family was gathered—Ashok with Prathap, Sukanya with Vaishnavi, Yash sprawled like he owned the sofa.
All of them looked up at once.
All of them expected something.
Or rather... someone.
Vaishnavi's words echoed in his head—
"Kuttan, when you return, bring Kanna with you."
Her eyes searched behind him.
"You came alone?"
Every gaze sharpened.
Suspicion lingered like smoke.
Siddharth's lips moved before thought caught up.
"Kanna told me she had urgent work. She couldn't make it. She said tomorrow."
The tension dissolved.
Smiles returned.
The parents slipped back into easy conversation, laughter spilling across the hall.
But Siddharth's chest only tightened more.
He excused himself quietly, walking upstairs with long, heavy steps.
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