I deadened every rational instinct and let her take what she needed—if she needed it. I showed up for someone else while my own heart bled out quietly.
While it still lay somewhere... buried with Greesha.
??????
It’s been a couple days since we arrived at the farmhouse for Vikram’s wedding.
Rohi’s been oddly calm.
Maybe not happy. But settled. Even with her ex here.
Lucian—theLucian. The man who shattered her, who chased her halfway across the world, from Toronto to Delhi. He’s been hanging around like a ghost that won’t leave.
And I don’t think he plans to.
There’s guilt in his eyes. Heavy. Crippling. The kind I recognize—because I’ve been wearing the same expression for two years.
Like he’s one wrong word away from shattering.
Like the pain is too big to contain anymore.
And yeah—maybe I’m jealous.
Because at leasthegets to look at her.
Talk to her. Try.Dosomething.
He gets the chance to fix what he broke.
I don’t.
Rohi, for all her attempts at moving on, isn’t looking at Lucian like she wants him back.
I don’t think she wants him to fix things. Not anymore. I don’t even knowhowhe fucked up.
She wants to believe she’s moving forward—maybe not toward me, but still... forward.
But the truth is—she can’t move toward me either.
Because I’m not whole. I haven’t been for a long time. And no one deserves the half-man version of me that’s left behind.
So when theSangeetfunction ends, I slip away quietly. Yet she finds me in the silence, pulling me into her orbit again, I don’t resist.
When her fingers brush against mine, I let it happen. I let her lead.
Maybe, for once, I can still be useful in this empty fucking life. Still save someone even if I can’t saveheranymore.
But every time Rohi talks about our past—every innocent mention of some old thread connecting us—my heart sinks.
Because Imissedit. I missed the clear signs of my stupidity. I missed the chance to see what was right in front of me, and it cost me everything.
It cost me Greesha.
Rohi speaks so casually, like we had some invisible bond all along.
And maybe we did.
But her words feel like razors now.
