CHAPTER47 [GONE]
Aarohi's eyes filled again hearing Vihaan's trembling voice.
But this time-
there was no anger left inside her.
Only exhaustion.
Endless exhaustion.
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She slowly shook her head.
"Nahi Vihaan..."
(No, Vihaan...)
"Mujhe ab yaha nahi rehna."
(I don't want to stay here anymore.)
"Jaane do mujhe."
(Let me go.)
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Those words broke whatever little strength Vihaan still had left.
Still kneeling in front of her-
he looked up at her helplessly.
For the first time in his life-
Vihaan Singhania looked weak.
Not because of business.
Not because of enemies.
But because of love.
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"Tum mujhse jo kahogi..."
(Whatever you ask from me...)
"Main wo karne ke liye tayar hoon Aarohi..."
(I'm ready to do it, Aarohi...)
"Par please..."
(But please...)
"Mujhe chhod ke jaane ki baat mat karo."
(Don't talk about leaving me.)
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His voice cracked completely at the end.
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Then after a few seconds-
he spoke again quietly.
"Tumhe waqt chahiye na?"
(You need time, right?)
"Theek hai..."
(Okay...)
"Main tumhe deta hoon."
(I'll give it to you.)
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Aarohi looked at him silently.
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"Par divorce nahi."
(But not divorce.)
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A painful smile appeared on Aarohi's face.
"Aur kya pata mujhe zindagi bhar lage?"
(What if I need an entire lifetime?)
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For a moment-
Vihaan's breathing stopped.
But then he answered softly.
"Main intezar kar lunga."
(I'll wait.)
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Tears rolled down his face again.
"Kyuki main jaanta hoon tum mujhse bohot nafrat karti ho..."
(Because I know you hate me a lot...)
"Par tum meri ho, Aarohi."
(But you are mine, Aarohi.)
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Aarohi closed her eyes painfully.
Because even after everything-
a part of her heart still reacted to him.
And that was exactly what hurt the most.
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Without saying anything else-
she slowly picked up her suitcase.
And walked past him.
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Vihaan remained kneeling on the floor silently.
Not stopping her this time.
Because he knew-
forcing her to stay again would only destroy her more.
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Aarohi walked downstairs quietly.
Everyone in the mansion looked shocked seeing the suitcase in her hand.
Sana immediately stood up.
"Aarohi...?"
(Aarohi...?)
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But Aarohi simply hugged her tightly.
"I need some time..."
(I need some time...)
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Sana's eyes immediately filled with tears.
Because somewhere deep down-
everyone understood.
This separation was necessary.
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A few moments later-
Aarohi left the Singhania Mansion.
And this time-
she wasn't just leaving the house.
She was leaving behind every memory attached to Vihaan.
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She was going back to London.
Far away from everyone.
Far away from the pain.
Far away from him.
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Upstairs-
Vihaan still sat on the floor motionlessly.
Broken completely.
---
Now finally-
he was understanding everything.
The loneliness.
The helplessness.
The unbearable pain of losing someone you love while they're still alive.
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And the worst part?
Aarohi had gone through all of this once before.
Maybe even worse.
Because when she needed him the most-
he abandoned her.
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Vihaan suddenly covered his face with his trembling hands.
And for the first time in his life-
he cried uncontrollably.
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The man who never feared anyone...
The man who never cried for anyone...
Was completely shattered today.
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But this time-
there was nobody beside him.
Nobody to calm him down.
Nobody to hold him together.
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His breathing became uneven.
Heavy.
Painful.
A panic attack slowly started hitting him.
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He tried controlling himself desperately.
But everywhere he looked-
he saw Aarohi.
Her smile.
Her tears.
Her broken voice.
Her leaving.
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And she had only left a few moments ago.
Yet to Vihaan-
it already felt like centuries had passed without her.
One week passed like this.
A painfully long week.
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But for both of them-
every single day felt endless.
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Vihaan had completely stopped behaving like himself.
He barely went to office.
Barely ate anything.
Barely slept.
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Most of the time-
he stayed alone inside his room.
The same room that now felt empty without Aarohi.
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Her things were still there.
Her books.
Her hair clip near the mirror.
Her coffee mug.
Even her perfume fragrance still lingered faintly in the room.
And every little thing destroyed him more.
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At first everyone thought it was just emotional stress.
But after three days-
Vihaan's health started getting worse.
High fever.
Constant headaches.
Sleepless nights.
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Anjali became worried seeing his condition.
"Kuch toh kha lo beta..."
(At least eat something...)
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But Vihaan only stayed silent.
Because no medicine in the world could cure what he was feeling.
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Sometimes in fever-
he unconsciously whispered Aarohi's name.
Sometimes he woke up suddenly at night thinking she was beside him.
But every single time-
the empty side of the bed reminded him reality.
She was gone.
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Meanwhile in London-
Aarohi had joined the hospital again.
The moment she stepped back into work-
everyone welcomed her warmly.
Because for everyone there-
Dr. Aarohi Mehra was strong.
Calm.
Professional.
Perfect.
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And that's exactly what she tried becoming again.
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She completely buried herself in work.
Emergency surgeries.
Night shifts.
Patient rounds.
Meetings.
Reports.
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She kept herself so busy that she barely had time to breathe.
Because the moment she stopped-
Vihaan appeared in her thoughts again.
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No matter how much she distracted herself-
she couldn't forget his face that day.
The way he was crying.
The way his voice was shaking.
The way he sat on his knees in front of her.
Broken.
Begging.
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And that image haunted her constantly.
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Sometimes while checking patients-
she suddenly zoned out remembering him.
Sometimes while drinking coffee-
she remembered how he used to silently keep coffee for her.
Sometimes while sleeping-
she heard his voice again.
"Main intezar kar lunga..."
(I'll wait...)
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And every single time-
her chest hurt painfully.
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One night after finishing a surgery-
Aarohi finally sat alone in her cabin exhausted.
The hospital was unusually quiet.
Rain was falling softly outside.
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She leaned back on her chair tiredly and closed her eyes for a few seconds.
But once again-
Vihaan's face appeared instantly.
His trembling eyes.
His tears.
His broken voice.
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Aarohi immediately opened her eyes again.
As if running away from those memories.
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"Why..."
She whispered to herself weakly.
"Why can't I hate you properly...?"
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Because that was the problem.
No matter how much pain he gave her-
a part of her still loved him.
And that part refused to die.
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