Author pov....

"Go from here, Vikram. I don’t ever want to see you again," Kanak's voice was firm, yet there was a crack in it—a hint of pain that tore through him like a knife. Her eyes, once soft and full of love, were now distant, almost empty.

The silence that followed her words was deafening. He wanted to speak, to beg, but his mind was a jumbled mess of regret, guilt, and confusion. He had hurt her. And for what? His temper, his rage—it had all been for nothing.

"Kanak..." he whispered, his voice thick with emotion, but she shook her head, her gaze fixed on the floor, refusing to meet his eyes.

"Please, leave," she said again, her voice colder now, a protective wall she had erected between them.

Vikram took a step forward, but she flinched, her body tense, as if bracing herself for another hurt —this one far more devastating than any he'd ever physically delivered. The weight of his actions crashed down on him, and he felt the sting of his own betrayal.

"No, Kanak, please listen to me," he pleaded, his heart in his throat. "I—I don’t know what came over me. I swear, I never meant to hurt you. I’m so sorry. Please forgive me."

He reached for her, but she took a step back, her face pale and drawn. Her eyes were wet, her kajal smeared from the tears she’d already shed.

"You don't get to apologize, Vikram," she said quietly, almost as if to herself. "What you did... it was unforgivable."

He sank to his knees, his chest tight with the weight of her words. His mind screamed for him to do something, anything, to fix this, but nothing he could say or do would undo the damage he had caused.

"Kanak... I can't live without you. I can't." His voice was hoarse, desperate. "I swear, I'll change. I'll never let my anger take over again. Just... just don't push me away like this. Please."

She remained silent, her back turned, her shoulders stiff with the effort of holding herself together. It was as if she had already decided, already made up her mind. She wouldn’t forgive him.

Vikram stood up slowly, his legs trembling under him. His heart shattered as he took a long, last look at the woman he loved, the woman he had hurt so deeply.

He turned to leave, his hands trembling by his sides, but before he reached the door, he paused, his lips trembling as he whispered a broken shayari.

"Jab tak tum saath ho, har raah asaan thi, Tere bina yeh zindagi be-maan thi, Ab jo door ho tum, toh samajh aata hai, Meri duniya tum se thi, tumse thi."

With that, he stepped out into the rain, not bothering to shield himself from the cold downpour. His heart felt as though it had been torn out of his chest, and as he walked away, his soul felt heavier with each step, the weight of his regret pulling him further into darkness.

And Kanak, standing in the silence of her home, wiped away a tear that had escaped down her cheek. But deep down, she knew—she had to let him go, for both their sakes.

Sometimes, love wasn’t enough to heal the wounds that rage left behind.

Kanak collapsed onto the bed, her body wracked with uncontrollable sobs. She felt as though her heart had been ripped into a million pieces, her soul shattered by the thought of marrying someone else. The pain of being separated from Vikram was almost too much to bear.

She cried for what felt like hours, her tears soaking the pillow beneath her head. She couldn't imagine a life without Vikram

As she lay there, she felt a deep sense of longing wash over her. She wanted Vikram to hold her, to comfort her, to tell her that everything would be okay. But she knew that was impossible.

With a heavy heart, Kanak slowly sat up, her eyes red and puffy from crying. She looked around the room, feeling lost and alone. She knew she had to make a decision, but her heart was torn in two.

Should she marry the man her parents had chosen for her, or should she follow her heart and try to make things work with Vikram? The thought of being with anyone else felt like a betrayal, but the thought of being with Vikram again felt like a risk for his life .... .....

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IN THE BAR.....💔

Vikram stumbled into the drink bar, his eyes scanning the shelves for the strongest liquor they had. He grabbed a bottle of whiskey and poured himself a shot, downing it in one gulp. He repeated this process several times, trying to numb the pain that was tearing him apart.

Just as he was about to pour himself another shot, a hand reached out and grabbed his arm. "Vikram, stop," a voice said firmly. "You're going to hurt yourself."

Vikram turned to see Raghu, a friend from his past, standing beside him. Raghu's eyes were filled with concern,

WHAT THE HELL VIKRAM,WHY ARE YOU DRINKING SO MUCH, DONT YOU WANT TO LIVE IDIOT. raghu scold him

I dont want to live, uske bina zindagi adjoori haiii..."I cant live without Kanak, Raghu," Vikram slurred, his words barely intelligible. "Please, do something. I cant lose her."

Vikram's voice cracked, and he felt a lump form in his throat. He tried to hold back the tears, but they came flooding out, streaming down his face like a river.

Raghu's expression softened, and he pulled Vikram into a tight hug. "It's okay, Vikram. I'm here for you. We'll figure something out, but you have to stop drinking. You're not thinking clearly, and you're going to hurt yourself."

Vikram nodded, still sobbing uncontrollably. Raghu held him until the tears finally subsided, leaving Vikram feeling drained and exhausted.

As they sat down at a table, Raghu looked at Vikram with a serious expression. "Tell me what happened, Vikram. What did you do to Kanak?"..

Vikram poured out his heart to Raghu, telling him everything that had happened with Kanak. He spoke of his love for her, of his possessiveness and jealousy, and of the pain he had caused her. As he spoke, his emotions overwhelmed him, and he broke down in tears.

Raghu listened attentively, his expression a mix of shock, concern, and understanding. When Vikram finished speaking, Raghu put a hand on his shoulder.

"Vikram, listen to me," Raghu said firmly. "Kanak loves you, and she's not going to marry someone else. She's just hurt and angry right now, and she needs time to process her emotions."

Vikram shook his head, his eyes welling up with tears again. "No, Raghu, she's going to marry that guy. She's going to leave me."

Raghu's grip on Vikram's shoulder tightened. "Vikram, I'm telling you, Kanak loves you. She's not going to give up on you that easily. You need to give her space, but you also need to fight for her."

Vikram's face contorted in anguish. "Mujhe Kanak se door nahi hona, Raghu," he whispered, his voice cracking. "Mei mar jaonga agar woh mujhe chhod degi to."

(I don't want to be away from Kanak, Raghu. I'll die if she leaves me.)

Raghu's expression softened, and he pulled Vikram into a tight hug. "Vikram, I'll help you. We'll figure something out. But you need to calm down and think clearly. We can't fix this if you're not thinking straight."

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