Mahesh stood frozen as Arjun’s words echoed in his ears.

Arjun (Supriya’s second brother): "The reason my sister loved you… was because she already saved you once."

Mahesh’s brows furrowed. "What do you mean?"

Arjun let out a deep sigh. "You always thought Shivani saved you that night during the heavy rain, right?"

Mahesh’s heart pounded. That night… the accident… the cold rain… the small hands that pulled him to safety…

Arjun: "It wasn’t Shivani. It was Supriya."

Mahesh’s breath caught in his throat. "No… that’s not possible…"

But his mind was already racing. The details—the warmth he felt that night, the soft voice whispering, ‘You’ll be okay… just hold on…’

It wasn’t Shivani’s voice.

It was Supriya’s.

Arjun looked at him with pain in his eyes. "She never told you because she never wanted you to love her out of gratitude. She wanted you to love her… for who she was."

Mahesh stumbled back, his chest tightening.

All these years… he had given his love to the wrong person.

The woman who had truly cared for him, who had risked her life for him, who had stood beside him through everything—he had only given her pain in return.

And now, it was too late.

She was gone.

A strangled sob escaped his throat as he whispered, "Supriya… why didn’t you tell me…?"

Tears blurred his vision as regret crushed him like a tidal wave.

Because now, all he could do was mourn the woman he had never truly seen until it was too late.

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Supriya’s soul lingered, unseen, watching everything unfold.

She had followed Mahesh from the moment she left her body. She had seen his grief, his regret… but none of it could erase the pain she carried.

Because on the night she died… Mahesh was with Shivani.

She had seen it all.

The way he had held Shivani, the way he had whispered to her, the way he had treated her with the warmth Supriya had longed for all these years.

Even in death, it hurt.

Supriya’s soul hovered near him as he sat alone in his darkened room, drowning in sorrow. She wished she could scream, "Why now, Mahesh? Why do you regret now when I’m gone?"

But he would never hear her.

She had spent her entire life hoping for his love. And now, she would spend her afterlife watching him drown in his own guilt.

Even if she wanted to move on, something kept her tied to him—this unfinished pain, this love that was never returned.

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Supriya’s soul floated in the endless darkness, trapped between the world of the living and the dead.

She had spent days—no, eternity—watching Mahesh grieve, but it no longer mattered to her. She hated him.

"Why did I love him? Why did I waste my life on a man who never even saw me?"

Tears welled in her eyes, but they never fell. She was no longer human. Just a lost soul, bound by pain.

She looked up at the endless void and screamed, "Give me another chance! Please, God! I don’t want this life! I don’t want this love! Let me be free!"

She fell to her knees, her hands clenched into fists. "I will never love Mahesh again! Just send me back! I will change everything!"

The wind around her stilled.

The darkness flickered.

And then—a miracle happened.

A bright light surrounded her, blinding and warm. Her body felt heavy, as if something was pulling her downward.

And then—she gasped.

Air filled her lungs.

Her heart—it was beating.

She opened her eyes and found herself lying in a hospital bed, a sharp pain running through her body. The machines beeped rapidly. Nurses rushed around, calling for the doctor.

Supriya was alive.

God had given her a second chance.

Tears streamed down her face, but this time, they were not of sorrow.

She was free.

She would never waste this life on Mahesh again.

This time, she would live for herself.