Chapter 20

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Roohi's POV

I walked aimlessly, the bustling streets of Delhi a blur around me. People laughed, couples held hands, and the world moved on without a care while I felt like I was sinking. I should’ve gone home. I should’ve called Mihir or Ron, or maybe even just screamed into a pillow. But instead, I kept walking, the ache in my chest growing heavier with each step.

How many times have I let him do this to me?

How many times had I stood on the sidelines, quietly cheering him on, being his safe place, his constant, while he gave his heart to everyone else? How many times have I convinced myself that it was enough, that I could be content with just being his friend?

But it wasn’t enough. It never had been.

I thought back to the look on his face when he’d told me about his date—how his eyes lit up, how his voice carried that excitement I’d always longed for him to have for me. And then tonight, how easily he’d left, how simple it had been for him to walk out the door without a second thought.

It wasn’t his fault.

Vihan wasn’t cruel, not intentionally. He didn’t know. He didn’t see me the way I saw him. He didn’t know that every time he drew those circles on my back, it set my soul on fire. He didn’t know that I had built a thousand daydreams on the smallest, most fleeting moments between us.

But that night, as I stood under the flickering glow of a street lamp, I realized something painful yet undeniable.

He didn’t know because I had never told him.

I had been so afraid of losing him, of ruining what we had, that I’d buried my feelings so deep that even I had started to believe they didn’t matter. I’d played it safe, kept my heart locked away, and in doing so, I had built my cage.

My phone buzzed in my pocket, pulling me out of my thoughts. For a moment, I foolishly hoped it was Vihan. Maybe he’d changed his mind. Maybe he was coming back. But when I pulled it out, it wasn’t him.

It was Mihir.

*'Are you okay?'

I stared at the message, my vision blurring with unshed tears. I wanted to tell him I was fine, that it didn’t matter, that I was used to this by now. But I couldn’t lie to Mihir. Not anymore.

*'No, I’m not okay.'

I typed back, my fingers trembling.

His response was immediate. *'Where are you?'

I sent him my location, and within minutes, he was there, pulling up in his car. The sight of him—his calm, steady presence—was enough to make the dam inside me break. As soon as I climbed into the passenger seat, the tears came, hot and unstoppable.

Mihir didn’t say anything. He just reached over and squeezed my hand, his grip firm and reassuring.

“I hate him and myself” I choked out, even though it wasn’t true. “I hate that he does this to me and I hate that I let him do it to me.”

“You don’t hate him,” Mihir said quietly, his voice steady. “You hate that he doesn’t see you the way you see him. And that’s not your fault, Roohi.”

His words were like a balm and a knife all at once. I hated how right he was. I hated that I still couldn’t bring myself to walk away from Vihan, even now.

“I don’t know what to do, Mihir,” I whispered, my voice cracking. “I don’t know how to stop feeling like this.”

He didn’t have an answer for me. Maybe there wasn’t one. But as he drove me home, his presence was enough to remind me that I wasn’t alone, even if it felt like it.

When I got home, the silence in my room was deafening. I kicked off my shoes, crawled into bed, and stared at the ceiling, my mind replaying the night over and over again.

And as much as it hurt, as much as I wanted to scream and cry and hate the world, I knew one thing for sure, I couldn’t keep living like this. I couldn’t keep loving someone who would never love me back.

Present time.

Things have always been like that... He kept flirting, and I kept pinning him, but I never told him anything. Even after trying to distract myself by thinking of other men, it didn't help; I kept comparing everyone with him. And he seemed to be the only one who could make my heart flutter with just a smile.

Shit!! I hated myself. Why was I doing it to myself??

It was time to decide.

The thought of letting go of Vihan felt like losing a part of myself. And that was the hardest part of all.

But enough was enough!!

It was time to take a different approach. He needs to see, that I am a girl... With emotions. Not just his buddy with whom he could share the juicy moments of his dates.

I was done being taken for granted. From now on, I would never let him think that he could treat me like that again.

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