The Girl He Was Paid to Forget
memories and pain
The rain tapped gently on the windowpane, a soft rhythm that echoed the storm inside Nidhi’s heart. She sat curled on the edge of her bed, hugging her knees to her chest, as if holding herself together was the only thing keeping her from falling apart. The world outside was gray, but not nearly as grey as the void within her.
Her fingers trembled as they brushed over the photo resting in her lap—her and Manav, mid-laugh, sun kissing their faces, eyes lost in each other like no one else existed.
And then, like a wave crashing over her, the memories came. One after another. Unstoppable
nidhi shrma
"A tear escaped her eyes "
They had built a world together. One made of midnight walks, stolen kisses, silent conversations through their eyes, and the kind of laughter that healed old wounds. He would always say,
manav kapoor
“Tu mere liye waqt se bhi jyada zaroori hai,”
and she’d just look away, hiding the tears, because deep down, she was scared of how true that felt.
Sweet words that they shared was most precious
She could still feel the warmth of his hand wrapped around hers that day at the beach. The way he'd sneak glances at her and smirk when he knew she’d noticed. The way he called her
The way he called her chhoti si paagal si ladki, and how she'd roll her eyes, but secretly adore it.
She remembered the way her heart stopped when she got the call. The way she ran, barefoot, to the hospital like her feet were moving faster than time. And then… silence.
He was alive, but everything else had died that day.
And just when she thought nothing worse could happen, he appeared—Manav’s father. A man who had never been in the picture, suddenly holding the brush to repaint their lives. Cold. Powerful. And filled with decisions that weren’t his to make.
Arnav kapoor
He is coming with me
Arnav kapoor
You are not a part of this anymore
Those words still echoed like a curse.
That was the only word Nidhi could feel now. Her laughter, her future, her heartbeat—it had all been snatched away. Just like that. No closure. No choice.
Tears fell silently, not for the first time, and certainly not the last. The world believed she was healing. But how do you heal from something that still lives in you? That still breathes with every beat of your heart?
nidhi shrma
“If love is real,” she whispered into the quiet, “then it’ll find its way back. Even if the world tries to rip it apart.”
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