A past that won't let go
Author's pov-
The city lights flickered in the distance as purv stood on his balcony, the cold breeze doing little to calm the storm inside him. The whiskey glass in his hand remained untouched, much like the thoughts he refused to acknowledge.
Divya.
Every time he thought he had buried the past, it found a way to resurface. And now, after that conversation with Aryan at the party, he couldn't stop thinking about it.
"I love purv... I belong to him."
Those words weren't meant for him to hear. She had said them when he hadn't even figured out his own feelings. And yet, back then, he had been too blind, too stubborn to see what was right infront of him.
But Divya? She had known.
She had known before he did.
And that realisation was messing with his head.
A sharp knock at the door pulled him out of his thoughts. He exhaled, setting the glass down.
"Come in."
Rudra walked in, hands in his pockets, his usual laid-back expression replaced with something unreadable.
Purv sighed. "What now?"
Rudra leaned against the desk. "You tell me."
Purv frowned.
"You've been acting like a goddamn mess ever since that party."
Purv scoffed. "You're imagining the things."
Rudra crossed his arms. "Am I?" He studied purv for a moment before speaking again. "Tell me something, purv. Why did Aryan's words bother you so much? And what did he told you?"
Purv tensed but didn't respond.
Rudra smirked slightly. "You know, back in college, you were always so sure she would wait for you. No matter what. And now that she has moved on, it's eating you alive."
Purv's jaw clenched. "She hasn't moved on."
Rudra raised an eyebrow. "And how would you know that?"
Purv didn't answer. He wasn't sure how he knew-he just did.
Rudra continued, his tone lighter but pointed. "Look, man. You spent years running from what you felt for her. And now, when she's finally out of your grasp, you suddenly feel entitled to know about her life?"
Purv inhaled sharply, frustration boiling beneath the surface. "That's not what this is about."
Rudra tilted his head. "Isn't it?" He sighed before pushing off the desk. "You can keep telling yourself that, but we both know the truth. You don't just want to know about her-you want her back. And for the first time, you're the one who doesn't have control."
Purv's fists clenched at his sides.
Rudra turned to leave but paused at the door. "If you want her, purv, you better figure out how to fight for her. Because this time, she won't make it easy."
With that, he walked out, leaving purv alone with the weight of his thoughts.
For years, he had convinced himself that letting her go was the right thing to do.
Then why did it feel so damn wrong now?