I won't let you go
Author's pov-
Divya walked away, her heart hammering against her ribs, her nails digging into her palms as if the pain would ground her.
She had done the right thing. She had to do this.
Then why did every step away from him feel heavier than the last?
But before she could reach her car, she felt it—his presence.
He followed her.
Her breath caught when his fingers wrapped around her wrist, firm yet careful, as if he was afraid she would shatter.
"Enough, Divya," Purv’s voice was low, almost pleading. "I let you go once. I won’t do it again."
She closed her eyes, inhaling sharply. "You don’t have a choice."
"You think I don’t?" He stepped in front of her, blocking her way. "You think I’ll just stand here and watch you walk out of my life again?"
Her eyes snapped open, flashing with frustration. "You walked out of mine first, Purv!"
He flinched.
Good. He deserved that.
"You never looked back, not once," she continued, voice shaking. "You made it clear that I was nothing to you. So don’t stand here and act like you suddenly care now."
He dragged a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply. "I was an idiot, okay? I was so damn blind that I didn’t see what I had until it was gone."
Divya clenched her jaw, forcing herself to keep her emotions in check. "And now you suddenly do?"
His gaze softened, but the intensity in his eyes didn’t waver. "I always did, Divya. I just never admitted it—to myself or to you." He stepped closer, voice dropping. "I won’t make that mistake again."
She turned her face away. "It’s too late."
"It’s not."
"Purv—"
"Tell me you don’t feel anything for me," he interrupted, his voice trembling with something raw. "Tell me, and I’ll walk away. Forever."
Her throat tightened.
She could lie. She could end this right now.
But the words refused to leave her lips.
He must have seen it—the hesitation, the flicker of truth she was desperately trying to hide.
Purv took another step forward, so close she could feel the warmth of his breath. "I’ll chase you, Divya," he whispered. "Until you stop running."
She swallowed hard, her heart betraying her, beating wildly against her ribcage.
She wanted to push him away.
But she was terrified that if she did—if she really did—he might actually let her go.
And that scared her more than anything else.