Six months since Ahaan walked away from me... after breaking me... after spitting accusations that still echoed in my ears. He believed the worst about me. He thought I betrayed him. And after that night, he never looked back. Not once.
And the painful truth was...
Nobody else looked back either.
Not my family. Not my so-called relatives. Not my friends.
Everyone just left me.
Everyone.
I was alone in this house. In this suffocating place where every corner held a new punishment. A new way to remind me I didn't matter.
A tear slipped out without permission, sliding down my cheek and into the dust below.
Six months... and still not a single call from Ahaan.
Not a single "Are you okay?"
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