The burden of silence
Author's pov-
Purv didn't move for a long time.
The night stretched on around him, the air thick with the remnants of unspoken words. He could still hear the faint sounds of party inside-the laughter, the music, the clinking of glasses. But everything felt distant. Like he was standing on the edge of something vast and unknown.
But he didn't fall.
He wouldn't.
With a deep breath, he forced himself to push away the emotions clawing at his chest. He had spent years mastering this- burying, ignoring, pretending. This was just another moment he would lock away.
He wouldn't let it break him.
Wouldn't let it show.
Straightening, he rolled his shoulders, shaking off the weight of kaashi's words like they hadn't just unraveled something inside him.
Divya sharma was in the past.
And he had no intentions of letting her become his weakness again.
Not now. Not ever.
With that, he turned, walking back into the party as if nothing had happened.
But deep inside, something had shifted.
And no matter how much he tried to ignore it, he knew-this time, forgetting her wouldn't be so easy.
Divya sat in her office, her fingers skimming through the reports, but her mind was somewhere else.
Somewhere back at the party.
Back to the moment she had stood in the balcony, alone, and purv had found her.
"You've changed."
His words still echoed in her ears, and for some reason, they unsettled her. Not because he had said them, but because for the first time, she hadn't cared.
She had spent years wanting him to see her. To acknowledge her, to understand what he had lost.
And now?
Now, it didn't matter.
She had built herself from the groud up. She didn't need his validation.
Didn't need his presence.
Didn't need him.
And yet, as much as she told herself that, there was still a lingering ache deep inside her. Not for what they had been- because they had never truly been anything.
But for what they could have been.
If only things had been different.
Pushing the thought away, she focused on her work.
She had fought too hard to let a ghost from the past shake her now.
And Purv Rathore?
He was nothing more than that-a ghost.
Atleast, that's what she told herself.
But fate had a way of proving people wrong.
And this wasn't over.
Not yet.