From the balcony, Vedanth’s eyes followed Meera as she ran into the backyard, her shoulders shaking with each sob. His chest tightened as he watched her, the weight of her pain pressing against him, but he didn’t move. His gaze lingered for just a moment longer, a faint stir of something—guilt, perhaps—rising in him. But it was fleeting, barely enough to make him hesitate.
She’s upset because of you, a small voice in his mind whispered. You should go to her.
But the anger that still simmered inside him, the pride, the weight of his own ego, kept him rooted to the spot. He had his reasons for the way he had acted, didn’t he? She should have known better than to push me like that. He quickly shut down the voice of reason, shaking his head slightly.
He couldn’t—wouldn’t—let his emotions take control now. It was easier this way, wasn’t it? Keeping his distance. Keeping things in check. She’ll be fine, he told himself. Rupali’s with her. She doesn’t need me.
The faint stir of guilt dissolved, buried beneath layers of frustration and self-righteousness. With one final, conflicted glance at Meera, Vedanth turned away from the balcony. His heart was a tangle of unresolved emotions, but his steps toward the bedroom were firm and determined. The door closed behind him, shutting out the world, and with it, any lingering thought of what he had just seen.
Inside, the silence of his room settled around him, heavy and cold. He lay down, his mind clouded with a bitter mixture of anger, confusion, and that unshakable ego that kept him from admitting he had hurt her. She’ll get over it.
Yet even as he closed his eyes, he couldn’t escape the flicker of doubt—the nagging feeling that something inside him was breaking, too.
Comments
Shy
ese insaan ke sath rehne se achha akele rehna hain
2025-03-28
1
limali
She needs some self respect for herself tbh
2025-02-23
4