CHAPTER51 [ACCIDENT]

A whole year had passed.

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When people hear the words one year-

it sounds simple.

Just twelve months.

Three hundred and sixty-five days.

Fifty-two weeks.

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But when someone is waiting for a person they love-

even a single day feels like ten years.

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And for Vihaan and Aarohi-

this one year had felt endless.

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Both were living.

But neither of them was at peace.

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Meanwhile...

India.

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Late at night.

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Vihaan was sitting alone in his room.

The same room.

The same balcony.

The same silence.

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Everything looked exactly the same.

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Except him.

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Because the old Vihaan Singhania was gone.

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Completely gone.

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He looked around the room.

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The mansion was still there.

The business was still there.

The money.

The power.

The respect.

The success.

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Everything was still there.

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Yet somehow-

he felt like he had nothing.

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Because the one person he wanted beside him wasn't there.

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Every night-

the same thoughts tortured him.

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Why didn't I listen?

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Why was I so angry?

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Why didn't I trust her?

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Why didn't I give her one chance?

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One chance was all she wanted.

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And I couldn't even give her that.

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Vihaan closed his eyes.

His hands trembling slightly.

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His chest tightened painfully.

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Because every time he thought about Aarohi-

he remembered the girl she used to be.

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The girl who laughed at everything.

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The girl who spoke so much that sometimes he used to get irritated.

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The girl who would follow him around the entire college.

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The girl who smiled even at the smallest things.

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And then-

he remembered the Aarohi he saw before she left.

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Silent.

Broken.

Tired.

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The sparkle in her eyes had disappeared.

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The smile that once brightened every room had vanished.

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The girl who never stopped talking-

had stopped speaking.

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The girl who once filled every place with life-

had become quiet.

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And the worst part?

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He knew why.

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Because of him.

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A tear rolled down his cheek.

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"Maine uski hasi cheen li..."

(I stole her smile...)

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His voice broke.

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"Maine uski khushiyan cheen li..."

(I stole her happiness...)

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"Maine uski zindagi barbaad kar di..."

(I ruined her life...)

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He buried his face in his hands.

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Because no matter how much time passed-

the guilt never became smaller.

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If anything-

it only grew.

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Every day.

Every week.

Every month.

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Until it became impossible to breathe.

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Sometimes he genuinely felt-

he deserved every pain he was feeling.

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Maybe even more.

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Because how could he forgive himself-

when he couldn't even fix the damage he had caused?

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Slowly-

he stood up and walked towards the balcony.

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The night sky was filled with stars.

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For a few moments-

he simply stared upward.

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Then whispered softly.

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"Aarohi..."

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The name still hurt.

After all this time.

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"I don't know if you'll ever forgive me."

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His eyes filled again.

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"And maybe you shouldn't."

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A bitter smile appeared on his lips.

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"But if I could go back..."

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"Just once..."

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"I would listen."

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"I would trust you."

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"I would choose you."

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Silence.

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The cold wind brushed past him.

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And for the first time in a very long time-

Vihaan admitted something to himself.

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"If death came to me today..."

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"It would still be a smaller punishment than the one I've been living with."

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Because living without Aarohi-

knowing he was the reason she suffered-

was a punishment he carried every single day.

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And no matter how much time passed-

some wounds refused to heal.

Meanwhile...

Thousands of miles away...

London.

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If someone looked at Aarohi from the outside-

they would think she was doing perfectly fine.

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She had a successful career.

A respected position.

A beautiful apartment.

A stable life.

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Everything seemed perfect.

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But only she knew the truth.

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The truth was-

she was tired.

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Not physically.

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Emotionally.

Mentally.

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Tired of pretending she was okay.

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Aarohi stood near the large glass window of her apartment.

The city lights shining below.

The same coffee mug resting in her hands.

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For a whole year-

she had done only one thing.

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Work.

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Whenever she felt lonely-

she worked.

Whenever memories returned-

she worked.

Whenever her heart missed him-

she worked.

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Because work was easier.

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Work didn't ask questions.

Work didn't remind her of old wounds.

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But nights...

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Nights were different.

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At night there was no operation theatre.

No patients.

No reports.

No distractions.

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Just silence.

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And memories.

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The memories she spent an entire year trying to escape.

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Aarohi closed her eyes.

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And just like always-

his face appeared.

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Vihaan.

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His smile.

His eyes.

His voice.

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And then-

that final day.

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The way he had fallen on his knees.

The way his voice had broken.

The way he had begged her not to leave.

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Aarohi immediately opened her eyes.

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"No."

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She whispered.

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"Don't think about him."

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But her heart never listened.

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Because despite everything-

she missed him.

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And she hated herself for it.

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Some nights she became angry.

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Very angry.

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"Kyu yaad aate ho tum?"

(Why do you keep coming back to my mind?)

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"Kyu?"

(Why?)

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Her eyes filled with tears.

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"When I needed you..."

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"You weren't there."

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"When the whole world was against me..."

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"You stood with them."

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"So why can't I forget you?"

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No answer came.

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Only silence.

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The painful kind.

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Because deep down-

Aarohi knew something.

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No matter how much she tried-

she had never stopped loving him.

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She had stopped trusting him.

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But loving him?

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That part never left.

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And that was exactly why she couldn't move on.

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A tear slipped down her cheek.

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Then another.

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And another.

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Aarohi quickly wiped them away.

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"No more."

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She looked at her reflection in the glass.

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The woman staring back at her looked nothing like the old Aarohi.

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The old Aarohi laughed loudly.

Talked endlessly.

Dreamed fearlessly.

Loved wholeheartedly.

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This Aarohi?

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She thought before speaking.

Smiled less.

Trusted nobody.

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And guarded her heart like a prisoner.

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Sometimes she wondered...

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If she had really survived everything.

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Or if a part of her had died that day in college.

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The day nobody believed her.

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The day Vihaan looked away.

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The day her world broke.

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Aarohi slowly sat on the floor.

Pulling her knees close to her chest.

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For the first time in a long time-

she allowed herself to be honest.

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"I miss you."

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The words escaped before she could stop them.

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And once they did-

more tears followed.

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"I hate you."

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A broken laugh escaped her lips.

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"I hate that I still miss you."

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The room remained silent.

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Because somewhere in India-

another person was looking at the same moon.

Thinking the same thing.

Missing the same person.

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Two people.

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Both in pain.

Both in love.

Both waiting.

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And neither brave enough to take the final step toward the other.

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Because sometimes-

love isn't enough.

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Sometimes the scars left behind by love are even stronger.

One year.

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A whole year had passed.

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Neither of them knew-

that fate was about to change everything.

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It was a cold evening in London.

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Aarohi had just finished a difficult surgery.

Almost sixteen hours inside the hospital.

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Her body was exhausted.

Her eyes felt heavy.

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One of the nurses stopped her before she left.

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"Dr. Aarohi, please go home and rest."

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Aarohi smiled faintly.

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"I will."

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But even she knew that was a lie.

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Because sleep had become a stranger long ago.

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Meanwhile...

India.

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Vihaan was returning from an important mission.

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The past one year had changed him.

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But some enemies never changed.

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As his convoy moved through a deserted road-

a black SUV suddenly appeared.

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Then another.

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And another.

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The attack was planned.

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Gunshots echoed through the night.

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The guards immediately reacted.

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"Sir!"

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"Attack!"

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Within seconds chaos erupted.

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Bullets flew everywhere.

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Cars collided.

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The road turned into a battlefield.

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Vihaan stepped out of the vehicle.

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The old Vihaan would've only seen enemies.

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But this Vihaan thought about only one thing.

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His family.

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And Aarohi.

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The fight continued for several minutes.

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Until suddenly-

a gunshot rang out.

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A loud one.

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And Vihaan froze.

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For a second-

everything became silent.

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Then he looked down.

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Blood.

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A lot of blood.

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The bullet had hit him near his chest.

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His body staggered.

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The guards immediately caught him.

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"Sir!"

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"Sir!"

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But Vihaan's vision had already started blurring.

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And before darkness consumed him-

only one name escaped his lips.

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"Aarohi..."

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Then everything went black.

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Meanwhile...

London.

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Aarohi had just parked her car.

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She was about to enter her apartment building.

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When her phone rang.

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Unknown Number.

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Normally she would've ignored it.

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But something felt strange.

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Very strange.

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She answered.

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"Hello?"

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The voice on the other side was shaking.

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"Ma'am... are you Aarohi?"

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Aarohi frowned.

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"Yes."

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The man hesitated.

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Then spoke.

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"Mr. Vihaan Singhania has been shot."

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The world stopped.

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For one terrifying second-

Aarohi forgot how to breathe.

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"What...?"

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Her phone almost slipped from her hand.

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"What did you say?"

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The man continued.

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"He's in critical condition."

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Aarohi felt her legs weaken.

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"No..."

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Her heart started beating wildly.

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"No..."

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Not him.

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Not like this.

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Not before she got answers.

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Not before she got closure.

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Not before...

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Before what?

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Before she admitted she still loved him?

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Tears instantly filled her eyes.

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Without thinking-

she ran.

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Straight towards her car.

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Her hands were trembling.

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Her vision blurred.

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She didn't care.

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Nothing mattered anymore.

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She had to reach him.

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She had to see him.

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She had to make sure he was alive.

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For the first time in one year-

Aarohi stopped listening to her mind.

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And followed her heart.

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She quickly booked the earliest flight to India.

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The flight was only a few hours away.

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As she drove towards the airport-

heavy rain began pouring from the sky.

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The roads became slippery.

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Visibility decreased.

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But Aarohi kept driving.

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Her thoughts completely occupied by Vihaan.

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His smile.

His voice.

His tears.

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And suddenly-

headlights appeared from the opposite side.

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Too close.

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Too fast.

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A loud horn echoed.

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Aarohi looked up.

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Her eyes widened.

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"OH GOD-"

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SCREEEECH!

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A deafening sound filled the road.

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Metal collided with metal.

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Glass shattered.

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Everything spun.

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And then...

Darkness.

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Complete darkness.

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Miles away...

Inside the hospital.

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Machines continued beeping around Vihaan.

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His condition remained critical.

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Doctors rushed in and out.

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His family stood outside praying.

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And none of them knew-

that the person Vihaan had been waiting for an entire year...

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Had met with an accident while trying to come back to him.

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