It's not late yet
Author's pov-
Divya had spent years mastering the art of suppressing emotions. She had convinced herself that love was a weakness, that the past was a closed chapter, and that Purv Rathore was just a name she once whispered with longing.
But standing here, watching him inch closer every day, breaking down every wall she had built—she knew she was losing.
Purv had stopped holding back. If he wanted to see her, he did. If he wanted to remind her of what they once were, he made sure she listened. And if she tried to walk away, he found a way to pull her back in.
Tonight was no different.
Divya sat on the rooftop of her apartment, the Delhi skyline stretching before her. The city lights flickered like scattered stars, but her mind was too occupied to enjoy the view.
A familiar presence settled beside her. She didn’t have to look to know it was him.
"You always did like heights," Purv said, his voice softer than she expected.
She exhaled slowly, refusing to turn toward him. "What do you want, Purv?"
He leaned back on his hands. "You."
Her heart stumbled. "You’re wasting your time," she whispered.
"I don’t think so." He turned his head to look at her. "You still love me, Divya. You can pretend all you want, but I see it."
She finally faced him, her eyes sharp. "And what if I do? What difference does it make? We’re not the same people we were back then."
Purv tilted his head, studying her. "No, we’re not. But that doesn’t change the fact that we belong together."
She let out a bitter laugh. "You don’t get to decide that."
"Then tell me to leave."
She opened her mouth but found no words.
"Tell me you feel nothing," he pushed further. "That you don’t care about me the way I care about you. Look me in the eyes and tell me you don’t love me anymore, and I’ll walk away forever."
Her throat tightened. She wanted to say it. Needed to say it.
But the words wouldn’t come.
The silence stretched between them, heavy and charged.
Finally, Purv sighed. "You don't have to say anything. I already know the answer."
He stood up, brushing the dust off his hands. "You can fight it all you want, Divya. But I’m not going anywhere."
With that, he walked away, leaving her sitting there, her heart pounding in her chest.
She hated him for making her feel again.
And she hated herself for wanting him to stay.