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Non-Fiction

He loved her in silence. They tore them apart when the truth surfaced. Friends vanished. Only one stayed. Now, 700 kilometers from home, Harsha seeks a fresh start. New faces. New hopes. But the smiles fade. The walls close in. Alone again, for reas...

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Chapter 15: The Key That Returned After Eight Years

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by vishanth0000

                                        
                                                  They were too shocked to move.
Siddharth, now desperate, twisted Harsha’s arm sharply.
A sharp, sickening crack echoed.
Harsha screamed.
His entire left shoulder felt like it had exploded.
But he wasn’t thinking.
Pain can blur judgment.
And Harsha, blinded by pain and anger, reacted instinctively.
He pushed Siddharth away—harder than he intended.
Siddharth stumbled back, tripping over a bench leg—
—and his head struck the metal edge of a desk.
A horrible thud.
A sound no one in that class would ever forget.
The room went silent.
Kavi took a step forward, her heartbeat pounding in her ears.
Siddharth wasn’t moving.
Blood began to drip slowly from the back of his head.
Harsha froze, eyes wide, shoulder hanging uselessly at his side.
He didn’t move, didn’t speak—
He just stared at the boy lying motionless on the floor.
“Call the warden! CALL SOMEONE!” a girl screamed.
Teachers rushed in.
Harsha was pulled back, trembling from pain and shock.
Siddharth was lifted onto a stretcher, unconscious—slipping into a coma.
Harsha’s shoulder fracture was severe enough to require surgery.
Doctors warned him about long-term complications.
But the physical pain was nothing compared to the emotional blow.
Because Harsha remembered one thing clearly:
He was the one who pushed Siddharth.
Even if he never meant for it to happen.
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THE AFTERMATH
The fight changed everything.
Harsha was no longer loud or reactive.
He was quiet.
Too quiet.
His voice dropped, his face became unreadable, and he stopped showing emotion altogether.
The teachers watched him with suspicion.
Students avoided him like he carried danger in his shadow.
Rumors spread faster than truth.
“He’s dangerous.”
“He sent Siddharth to coma.”
“He doesn’t feel anything now.”
“He talks weird.”
“Don’t talk to him.”
Some girls even whispered, “Better stay away from Harsha… something is off about him.”
Kavi saw him too—silent, distant, eyes empty.
She wasn’t scared of anyone usually.
But Harsha’s strange stillness…
It made her hesitate.
Not because she feared him as a person,
but because she sensed he was carrying something heavy—too heavy.
She wanted to return the key.
But Harsha rarely attended class after surgery.
And whenever he did, he sat alone, ignoring everyone.
Then the world changed.
Corona hit.
School closed.
Two years vanished into an empty blur.
And somewhere in that chaos…
Kavi misplaced the key.
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YEARS LATER — DIPLOMA DAYS
Kavi joined diploma in EEE after her low grades.
Life became busy, messy, noisy again.