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The days passed quickly, and the engagement was now only a week away.
Noor's parents were thrilled, and the Malhotras were equally excited.
But Noor felt like a puppet, going through the motions without any real enthusiasm.
At work, Reyansh continued to make her life difficult, assigning her impossible deadlines and calling her into unnecessary meetings.
She knew he was doing it on purpose, but she refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing her break.
One evening, as she left the office late, she found herself thinking about how much had changed.
Three years ago, she and Reyansh had been inseparable.
Now, they were strangersâstrangers with a storm brewing between them.
Little did she know, Reyansh was planning his next move, determined to stop the engagement before it could happen.
"I won't let her go," he thought to himself, his jaw clenched. "Not this time."
>
The engagement day had finally arrived. The Malhotra family reached the grandly decorated venue, which was bustling with guests and shimmering with golden lights.
Reyansh, dressed in an elegant light blue sherwani that mirrored the skies, stepped out of the car alongside his younger brother, Rohan, who was dressed sharply in a black sherwani.
As they entered the venue, all eyes seemed to be drawn to Reyansh.
His aura was magnetic, commanding attention effortlessly.
Guests smiled and greeted him warmly, but his cold demeanor remained unchanged. He offered no smiles, only curt nods.
Reyansh's mother, Rajshree Malhotra, approached Noor's mother, Anika Sharma, with a polite smile. "Where's Noor? It's almost time for the ceremony."
Anika smiled nervously and said, "I've already called the driver. Noor should be here any moment now."
Reyansh glanced at his watch, his jaw tightening. Something felt off, though he couldn't put his finger on it.
(Notanki kahi ka)
>
Across the city, Noor sat in front of her mirror in her room, her fingers trembling slightly as she adjusted her jewelry.
The light blue lehenga with golden embroidery clung to her like a second skin, accentuating her beauty.
Her long, dark hair was styled to perfection, cascading over her shoulders.
As she looked at her reflection, her heart raced. She couldn't understand why she felt so uneasy.
She chalked it up to pre-engagement jitters, forcing herself to focus on the moment.
Just then, her phone buzzed. It was the driver.
"Ma'am, I've arrived. Please come downstairs," the driver said curtly.
Noor grabbed her clutch and stepped out of her house, her anklets softly jingling with every step.
The car was waiting outside, and she quickly climbed in, her mind preoccupied with the evening ahead.
>
Fifteen minutes into the drive, Noor frowned as she looked out the window.
The route seemed unfamiliar. She leaned forward, her voice uneasy.
"Excuse me, this isn't the way to the venue. Where are we going?"
The driver didn't respond. His hands tightened on the steering wheel, his face unreadable.
"Stop the car!" Noor demanded, her voice rising in panic.
But the driver remained silent, his eyes fixed on the road ahead. Noor's breathing quickened as fear began to grip her.
She reached for her phone to call someone, but before she could, the driver suddenly turned and sprayed something directly into her face.
Noor gasped, trying to scream, but the chemical's strong fumes quickly overwhelmed her senses.
Her vision blurred, and the world around her spun. She clawed at the car door, desperate to escape, but her strength faded.
Moments later, she slumped unconscious in the backseat, the faint jingling of her anklets the only sound in the eerily silent car.
>
At the venue, the air was filled with laughter and music, but the Malhotra and Sharma families were starting to grow restless.
Anika Sharma glanced at the clock for the hundredth time, her worry evident.
"She should have been here by now," Anika murmured, her voice shaking slightly.
Rajshree Malhotra placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "Don't worry. Maybe the traffic is bad. She'll be here soon."
Reyansh, standing nearby, observed the scene quietly. His unease deepened as he noticed Anika's growing anxiety. Something was wrong.
"Where is she?" he muttered under his breath, his fists clenching.
The seconds felt like hours as everyone waited for Noor's arrival, unaware of the storm brewing in the shadows.
>
Reyansh stood near the drinks counter, calmly sipping his whiskey as the engagement venue descended into chaos.
He watched silently as whispers and accusations filled the air, all directed toward Noor and her family.
His sharp eyes scanned the crowd, and a smirk tugged at his lips when his phone buzzed in his pocket.
Stepping aside, he answered the call.
"It's done, sir," the driver said in a low voice.
"Good," Reyansh replied, his voice as cold as ice. "The money will be transferred to your account by morning."
He ended the call and tucked his phone away, casually returning to the gathering as if nothing had happened.
The tension in the room was palpable, but Reyansh seemed unfazed. He leaned against a pillar, sipping his drink, his gaze fixed on the families.
>
The ceremony time had long passed, and Noor was still nowhere to be found.
Anika Sharma's face was pale, her hands trembling as she clutched her husband's arm.
Guests began murmuring amongst themselves, their whispers growing louder with each passing moment.
"I think she ran away," one woman said loudly enough for others to hear.
"Such a disgrace to the family," another man added.
"She's a bad omen! Poor groom, he deserves better," someone else chimed in.
The Sharmas remained silent, their heads bowed in humiliation. Anika's eyes glistened with tears as she clutched her husband's arm tightly.
"Please, everyone," Rohan spoke up, trying to calm the crowd.
"This is a misunderstanding. Noor will be here soon."
But his words did little to silence the growing outrage. The accusations kept piling up, and Reyansh's calm demeanor began to crack.
His jaw tightened, his grip on his glass turning knuckles white as he listened to the vile remarks being thrown at Noor.
Finally, unable to bear it any longer, Reyansh slammed his glass onto the table with a loud clink, silencing the room.
"Enough!" he roared, his voice commanding and furious. The crowd froze, their eyes on him.
"I won't tolerate another word against Noor," he said, his gaze sweeping across the room.
Meanwhile, Rohan was just smirking.
"You have no right to judge her, and if you can't keep your mouths shut, then leave."
The guests, taken aback by his sudden outburst, muttered apologies and began to disperse.
Anika looked at Reyansh with gratitude, but he didn't acknowledge her. Instead, he turned to the Malhotra family, his voice steady.
"She'll come back," Reyansh said confidently, though his eyes betrayed a hint of something darker. "I'm sure of it."
>
As the room calmed down, Reyansh approached Rohan, who was seated quietly at a corner table, sipping his drink. He leaned down, his tone sharp.
"Aren't you worried about Noor?" Reyansh asked, his eyes narrowing.
Rohan looked up at his older brother, a faint smile on his lips. "Why should I be?" he replied calmly. "I know she's safe."
Reyansh's eyes widened in shock at Rohan's words.
Did Rohan suspect something?
Or was it just blind faith?
Without responding, Reyansh straightened up and excused himself.
His heart raced as he left the venue, slipping into his car and driving through the empty streets of the city.
His destination was clear: the penthouse where he had kept Noor hidden.
>
Reyansh parked his car in the underground garage of his luxurious penthouse.
His polished shoes echoed against the marble floors as he entered the elevator, his expression unreadable.
The doors opened to his private suite, and his eyes immediately landed on the figure slumped on the couch.
Noor was there, her light blue lehenga slightly wrinkled, her jewelry askew, and her hands tied together.
She was unconscious, her head resting against the armrest. The faint marks of dried tears streaked her cheeks.
Reyansh walked toward her, his smirk returning as he crouched down to her level. He reached out, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face.
"Welcome back, Noor," he whispered, his voice laced with malice.
He stood up and crossed his arms, staring at her sleeping figure with a mix of anger and satisfaction.
He had orchestrated this moment perfectly, ensuring that Noor wouldn't get engaged to anyoneânot even his brother.
But as he stood there, watching her, an unfamiliar pang of guilt stirred within him.
He pushed it aside, reminding himself of the pain she had caused him years ago.
"This is just the beginning," Reyansh muttered under his breath.
In the quiet confines of the penthouse, the storm that had begun three years ago was about to rage once more.
>
Noor stirred on the couch, her head pounding and vision blurry as she struggled to sit up.
Her hands were free now, but the faint scent of the spray still lingered in her nostrils.
The ornate light fixtures and luxurious surroundings made it evident that she wasn't in a dingy warehouse or some random place.
It took her a moment to realize where she wasâReyansh's penthouse.
Her heart sank.
Why would he do this?
Just then, she heard the sound of footsteps. Turning her head, she saw him leaning against the doorway, his hands in his pockets, watching her intently.
He was still wearing his light blue sherwani, the one that matched her lehenga so perfectly.
The sight of him standing there, looking so composed while she was a mess, made her blood boil.
"Reyansh?" she whispered, her voice hoarse. "What have you done?"
Reyansh stepped closer, his face unreadable but his eyes burning with a mix of emotions.
"What I had to," he said, his voice cold. "You were about to make the biggest mistake of your life."
Noor stood up abruptly, swaying slightly as she steadied herself. "You kidnapped me! Do you have any idea what's happening at the venue right now? My family...your family...everyone must beâ"
"Humiliated?" Reyansh interrupted, tilting his head. "They should be grateful I stopped this farce. You don't belong with Rohan, Noor. You know that."
Her eyes widened in disbelief. "You had no right!" she shouted, her fists clenched. "This was my decision, my life!"
"Your life?" Reyansh laughed bitterly, his voice rising.
"You were just going to marry him like it was some business deal, weren't you? Without a thought for what you actually want. Or maybe you thought you'd erase everything we hadâeverything I feltâby running away into my brother's arms."
"Don't twist this around," Noor snapped, her voice trembling.
"You've always been selfish, Reyansh. You couldn't stand the idea of me moving on, could you? That's why you did this."
Reyansh took a step closer, his jaw tightening.
"Selfish? Do you even hear yourself? You've been ignoring your own heart, pretending you're okay with all of this. Do you really think Rohan is the one for you?"
"I don't know what's right anymore," Noor whispered, tears pooling in her eyes.
"But I would never hurt him. And now, thanks to you, everyone thinks I ran away. My parents are being humiliated as we speak. Do you even care about anyone but yourself?"
Her words stung, but Reyansh refused to let it show. "They'll recover," he said dismissively.
"What matters is that you didn't make a mistake you couldn't undo."
Noor shook her head in disbelief. "You don't understand, Reyansh. This isn't just about me. You've dragged everyone into this...your family, my family, Rohan. Do you think he'll forgive you for this?"
Reyansh's expression darkened. "Rohan doesn't love you, Noor," he said, his voice steady but sharp.
"He agreed to this marriage because it's what the families wanted. Don't pretend this is some great love story."
"And you think thisâ" she gestured around the penthouse, her voice breaking, "âis love? You think dragging me here against my will proves anything? This is cruelty, Reyansh."
Reyansh's eyes softened for a fraction of a second, but he quickly masked it. "You can call it whatever you want," he said.
"But I did it for you. Even if you hate me for it."
Noor took a shaky breath, her tears finally spilling over. "I don't hate you, Reyansh," she said quietly.
"I hate what you've become. I hate that the man I once loved is capable of something like this."
Her words pierced through him, but he remained silent, his hands clenching into fists.
>
At the engagement venue, chaos reigned. The Sharmas were doing their best to manage the crowd, but the whispers and accusations had only grown louder.
Anika Sharma was on the verge of breaking down, while Rohan stood protectively beside her, trying to shield her from the harsh comments.
"Calm down, everyone," Rohan said firmly, his voice steady despite the storm brewing around him. "Noor will come back. I'm sure of it."
"But when, Rohan?" one guest asked sarcastically. "This is a humiliation for all of us. She's probably run off with someone else. Your family should just call this off."
Rohan's jaw tightened, but he forced a calm smile. "We all trust Noor," he said simply. "And that's all that matters."
>
Back at the penthouse, Reyansh and Noor stood in tense silence.
Finally, Noor wiped her tears and straightened her shoulders.
"I'm leaving," she said firmly. "I don't care what you think or feel anymore, Reyansh. You've crossed a line, and I can't forgive you for this."
Reyansh blocked her path, his voice low. "You can't go back now. Not after everything that's happened. The rumors, the humiliation...they'll eat you alive."
"I'll deal with it," Noor snapped. "I'd rather face that than stay here with you."
Reyansh's eyes flashed with something unreadableâanger, desperation, regretâbut he stepped aside, letting her pass.
As Noor walked toward the door, she turned back one last time, her voice trembling. "I loved you once, Reyansh. More than anything. But you've destroyed whatever was left of that love today."
With that, she left, slamming the door behind her. Reyansh stood there, staring at the empty space where she had just been, the sound of the door echoing in the stillness.
He poured himself another drink, his hands shaking slightly as he brought the glass to his lips.
"This isn't over," he whispered to himself. "Not yet."
And as the night deepened, the storm within Reyansh only grew stronger, promising more chaos to come.
But Noor was trapped in his penthouse. She couldn't go anywhere.
>
Reyansh gripped the steering wheel tightly as he drove through the dimly lit streets, his mind still clouded with anger and frustration.
He had left Noor locked away, thinking he had wonâthinking he had control. But the turmoil in his chest refused to settle.
As he approached a deserted intersection, his eyes caught sight of a familiar figure standing by the roadside, waving at him to stop.
Reyansh narrowed his eyes and slowed the car. It was Aryan.
He rolled down the window, his expression dark.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Reyansh asked, his tone cold.
Aryan walked up to the car, his face calm but firm. "We need to talk, Reyansh. Now."
Reyansh clenched his jaw but stepped out of the car, standing tall as he faced Aryan. "I don't have time for your nonsense," he snapped.
Aryan crossed his arms, unfazed by Reyansh's hostility. "You're making a big mistake, Reyansh. Noor's innocent. You've misunderstood everything."
Reyansh's brows furrowed, and he took a step closer. "What are you talking about?"
Aryan sighed, his voice steady. "Yes, Noor and I were in a relationship back in 12th standard. But it was innocentâthere was nothing serious between us. We broke up because of distance, but we stayed friends. That's all."
Reyansh stared at him, his fists tightening at his sides. "And three years ago? When I saw you two together, what was that?"
Aryan hesitated for a moment before explaining, "I proposed to her, yes. But she panicked, Reyansh. She didn't know how to handle it, and I was just trying to calm her down. That's all you saw. She didn't betray you, and she never gave me a reason to believe she wanted to be with me. She loved you, Reyansh."
Reyansh felt like the ground had been pulled out from under him.
His jaw clenched, and his heart pounded as Aryan's words sank in. "She... never told me any of this," he muttered, his voice laced with guilt.
Aryan shook his head. "Because she was scared. She thought you wouldn't understand. And looking at what you've done to her, I can see why she was afraid."
Reyansh's chest tightened, and for the first time, doubt began to creep into his mind.
Had he been wrong this entire time?
Had he punished Noor for something she never did?
"I texted Noor back then," Aryan continued. "She didn't seek me out. It was all me. She's not at fault, Reyansh."
Reyansh took a deep breath, his emotions a storm of anger, guilt, and regret.
Without another word, he got back into his car and sped off, leaving Aryan behind.
>
When Reyansh arrived home, the sight of his family in the living room greeted him.
His mother, father, grandfather, and Rohan were seated together, their faces filled with a mix of concern and tension.
Reyansh walked in, his steps heavy, and collapsed onto the sofa, running a hand through his hair in frustration.
His mind was racing, replaying Aryan's words over and over.
His mother looked at him, worried. "Ansh, where have you been? What's going on?"
But before Reyansh could respond, a sound from the entrance made everyone turn their heads.
The clinking of bangles and the rustle of fabric filled the air, followed by sharp, deliberate footsteps.
Reyansh's heart skipped a beat as his eyes landed on the figure entering the house.
It was Noor.
She stood there, still dressed in her light blue lehenga, her hair slightly disheveled, her face a mix of anger and determination.
Her piercing gaze locked onto Reyansh as she stepped inside, her presence commanding the room's attention.
Reyansh's family exchanged confused glances, but no one spoke. The tension in the room was palpable.
Reyansh remained seated, his eyes fixed on Noor as she walked toward him, her anger radiating with every step.
For the first time in years, he felt vulnerable, unsure of what would happen next.
And then, silence fell over the room, leaving only the unspoken confrontation between them hanging in the air.
>
The room was frozen in silence as Noor stormed into the Malhotra mansion, her blue lehenga swaying with every angry step.
Tears streamed down her face, but her fury was unrelenting.
Without hesitation, she marched straight to Reyansh and slapped him hard across the face.
The sound echoed through the hall, leaving everyone stunned.
Reyansh didn't flinch. Instead, a bitter smile crept onto his lips.
I deserve this, he thought, his heart sinking further into guilt.
"You ruined everything, Reyansh!" Noor screamed, her voice breaking with emotion.
"Because of you, my family was shamed today! People called me a bad omen, accused me of running away. My parents... my parents had to face humiliation because of you!"
Tears continued to stream down her face, but her anger only grew.
Reyansh opened his mouth to speak, but no words came.
Rohan, casually leaning against the wall, watched the scene unfold, munching on an apple.
"Well, bhai," he said with a dry chuckle, "looks like you really outdid yourself this time."
Their parents, seated nearby, were too stunned to respond.
The weight of what Reyansh had doneâkidnapping Noorâhad left them speechless.
His mother covered her mouth in shock, while his father looked at him in disbelief.
"Reyansh Malhotra!" Noor shouted, her voice piercing through his thoughts.
"Do you even realize what you've done? You ruined everything for your selfishness, your insecurities, your arrogance!"
Reyansh was still silent, unable to meet her fiery gaze.
"And do you even know what's more absurd?" Noor continued, her voice trembling. "Rohan and I were never going to get married in the first place!"
Reyansh's head snapped up, confusion flashing across his face.
"What?" he muttered, his voice barely audible.
"Why do you think we're wearing the same color, Reyansh?" Noor demanded, pointing at their matching blue outfits.
"Why do you think our families are so calm about all this? Why didn't anyone stop me from coming here?"
Reyansh stared at her, his mind reeling.
"Rohan, stop eating that damn apple and bring me the invitation card!" Noor shouted, glaring at Rohan.
With a sigh, Rohan pushed off the wall and strolled to a nearby table, still chewing on his apple.
He grabbed the card and handed it to Noor. "Here you go," he said, smirking as he tossed the apple core into a trash can.
Noor grabbed the card and slammed it into Reyansh's chest. "Look at it," she hissed.
Reyansh hesitated, his hands trembling slightly as he opened the card.
His eyes scanned the printed words, and his breath caught in his throat.
The groom's name wasn't Rohan.
It was his.
Reyansh.
His heart raced as he looked up at Noor, his confusion evident. "What... what is this?" he stammered.
"This," Noor said, pointing at the card,
"was the plan all along. Your family, my familyâthey all knew the truth, Reyansh. They knew that I loved you and that you loved me, even if you were too damn stubborn to admit it."
Reyansh shook his head, struggling to process her words. "I don't understand..."
Noor let out a bitter laugh. "Of course, you don't. Because you've been too busy pushing me away, too busy hurting me, too busy letting your anger and insecurities rule your life!"
She stepped closer, her voice filled with pain. "This entire engagement was fake, Reyansh. It was a setup. Rohan agreed to pretend to be my fiancé so that you'd finally come to your senses. Everyone knew that you'd never accept your feelings for me unless you were pushed to the brink. And you know what? It almost worked. Almost."
Reyansh's jaw tightened as her words sank in. His gaze shifted to his parents, who nodded solemnly. His grandfather, seated in a corner, looked at him with disappointment.
"And what did you do, Reyansh?" Noor continued, her voice rising. "You ruined everything! You kidnapped me! Because of you my family faced humiliation, you destroyed my reputation, and shattered any chance of us being together. You... you broke me, Reyansh."
Her voice cracked on the last word, and Reyansh felt like his heart was being ripped apart.
Noor stepped back, her face a mixture of anger and heartbreak.
"I hate you, Reyansh Malhotra," she said, her voice shaking.
"I hate you for what you've done to me. And I'll never forgive you for this. Never."
With that, she turned on her heel and stormed toward the door. The sound of her bangles clinking echoed in the silent hall.
Reyansh stood frozen, his mind blank as he watched her walk away. Each step she took felt like a dagger to his chest.
The moment the door slammed shut, Reyansh sank back onto the sofa, his head in his hands.
He couldn't move, couldn't speak. The weight of his actions crashed down on him, leaving him numb and broken.
In the corner, Rohan leaned back in his chair, shaking his head. "Well," he muttered, "guess that didn't go as planned."
But Reyansh didn't respond. For the first time in his life, he felt truly defeated.
>
Reyansh remained on the sofa, head buried in his hands, when the sharp sting of a slap jerked his head to the side.
He looked up to see his mother, her face a mixture of anger and disappointment.
"Have you completely lost your mind, Ansh?" she yelled, her voice trembling.
"What have you done? Kidnapping Noor? Humiliating her family? Do you even realize the damage you've caused?"
Reyansh stared at her, his chest tightening. He had no excuses left.
"Do you know what Noor's mother said to me when she called?" his mother continued, tears welling in her eyes.
"She was crying, Ansh. Crying because her daughter was shamed in front of the world, because people questioned their honor, and because of you! The man she trusted most is the one who ruined everything!"
His father, who had been pacing in the background, stopped and glared at him. "I always thought you were mature enough to handle yourself, Reyansh. But today... today you've proven me wrong. What were you thinking? Were you thinking at all?"
Reyansh couldn't meet his father's piercing gaze. He felt small under the weight of their disappointment.
"You've not only hurt Noor," his grandfather added, his voice stern,
"but you've shamed this family. The Malhotras don't resort to such actions. Your actions were reckless and unforgivable."
Rohan, sitting quietly with his arms crossed, finally spoke. "You really screwed this up, bhai. I was trying to help you, trying to make you see how much Noor loves you. And what did you do? You kidnapped her. You hurt her in ways no one else could. If I were her, I wouldn't forgive you either."
Reyansh clenched his fists. Every word from his family was a stab to his already wounded heart.
He stood abruptly, his voice low but steady.
"I need to talk to her. I need to fix this."
His mother scoffed, shaking her head. "Do you really think she'll even want to see you after what you've done? You've burned that bridge, Ansh. You've left her no choice but to walk away."
But Reyansh wasn't ready to give up. Ignoring their protests, he grabbed his phone and dialed Noor's number.
His hands trembled as he waited for the call to connect. It rang and rang, but there was no answer.
He tried again, his desperation growing with each failed attempt.
"Stop calling her!" his mother snapped. "You've done enough damage already. Give her some space."
Reyansh shook his head, defiance flickering in his eyes.
"I can't. I need to talk to her. I need to make this right."
His father stepped forward, his expression stern. "And what will you say, Reyansh? That you're sorry? That you didn't mean to hurt her? Words won't fix this. Actions have consequences, and you'll have to face them."
But Reyansh didn't listen. He left the room, pacing back and forth in the hallway as he tried Noor's number again. And again. And again.
Finally, he switched to messages, typing out a hurried apology:
"Noor, please. I need to talk to you. I know I've made mistakes, but I need you to hear me out. Please."
He hit send and stared at the screen, waiting for a reply. But none came.
"Bhai," Rohan said, leaning against the doorway, "she's not going to reply. You hurt her too much. You have to give her time."
Reyansh looked at him, frustration and guilt clouding his features. "Time won't fix this, Rohan. I don't even know if she'll ever forgive me."
Rohan sighed, shaking his head. "You're right. She might not. But you have to be ready for that, bhai. And if you really want to win her back, you'll have to prove to herâand everyone elseâthat you're not the man who did this to her."
Reyansh leaned against the wall, his mind racing. For the first time in his life, he felt utterly powerless.
The thought of losing Noor forever was unbearable, but he didn't know how to fix what he had broken.
As the house fell silent, Reyansh resolved to find a way to make things rightâno matter what it took.
>
The next few days passed in a blur for Reyansh. He couldn't focus on anythingâwork, meetings, or even spending time with his family.
His mind was consumed by thoughts of Noor and the mistake he had made. The guilt gnawed at him every moment.
He couldn't forget the hurt in her eyes when she had left his house, the anger in her voice when she had confronted him.
She had told him she hated him, but he couldn't accept that reality.
He had been so blinded by his own emotions that he hadn't seen the truthâhadn't seen how much Noor truly loved him.
He couldn't fathom losing her. His pride had cost him more than he could ever repair.
Reyansh had been to her house several times, hoping she would answer the door, hoping she would give him a chance to apologize.
But each time, he was met with silence. Noor wasn't there. He tried calling her constantly, texting her, but she never responded.
His family had been avoiding him, too. They were disappointed, angry, and perhaps a little ashamed of him.
His mother had barely spoken to him since the slap. His father had gone quietâalmost too quiet. Rohan, too, kept his distance.
Reyansh was alone in his guilt. He had driven away the one person who had always meant the most to him.
One afternoon, after yet another failed attempt to reach Noor, Reyansh finally snapped.
He paced in his office, fists clenched, his frustration rising. He needed to fix things. He needed to talk to her. He couldn't let her go, not like this. He couldn't live with the thought of Noor hating him forever.
"I can't lose her," he muttered to himself. "I won't."
He dialed Noor's number again. It rang once, twiceâthen a voice finally answered.
"Hello?"
Reyansh's heart skipped a beat.
It was her.
"Noor," he said, his voice filled with raw emotion. "Please, just hear me out. I know I messed up. I know I hurt you, but I never meant to. Please, let me explain. I need to make this right."
There was silence on the other end. Reyansh clenched his jaw, waiting for her response.
"Noor, please," he said, his voice pleading now.
"I know I have no right to ask for your forgiveness, but I need you to hear me. I can't live with myself knowing that I ruined everything."
A deep, almost painful silence stretched between them before Noor finally spoke.
"I can't do this anymore, Reyansh," she said, her voice cracking.
"I can't keep going in circles with you. You've hurt me more than I ever thought possible. You've humiliated me, and I can't keep forgiving you over and over again."
Her words hit him like a physical blow. The finality in her voice was unmistakable. She had made up her mind, and it seemed there was no coming back from this.
"I know I don't deserve your forgiveness," he said quietly, "but I love you, Noor. I love you more than anything. I made a horrible mistake, but I need you to know that it wasn't because I didn't care about you. It was because I was scared, and I couldn't see it for what it was."
Noor was silent for a long time. Reyansh held his breath, hoping she would say somethingâanything.
But all he heard was the faint sound of her breathing on the other end.
"I'm sorry," he whispered, the words feeling so inadequate compared to the pain he had caused.
"I will spend the rest of my life trying to make it up to you if you give me the chance."
Another long pause. And then, her voice, barely a whisper, came through the line.
"You can't undo what's been done, Reyansh. I can't go back to the way things were. I just... I can't."
The words crushed him.
He swallowed hard, trying to compose himself. "I understand," he said softly, his voice broken.
"I just needed you to know how sorry I am. I'll give you the space you need. But please, just know that I love you."
"I know," she replied, her voice distant now. "Goodbye, Reyansh."
Before he could say anything else, the call ended.
Reyansh stood there, staring at the screen of his phone. His heart felt like it was shattering.
He had known it was coming, but hearing it from herâhearing her say goodbyeâwas worse than he could have imagined.
He had lost her.
The weight of that truth was suffocating.
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