Hey readers 🌸✨️
Welcome back to Season 2...
I know Season 1's ending wasn't easy for you all.
There were a lot of emotions, a lot of questions, and maybe a little pain too.
Some of you were angry, some of you were heartbroken, and some of you are still waiting for answers...
But every story has a reason behind every silence.
Season 2 is not just about what happened...
It's about the feelings left behind, the pain that stayed, and the truths that are still hidden.
So get ready to enter their world again...
A world full of memories, emotions, love, and some unanswered questions.
I hope you all feel this journey just like you felt Season 1. ❤️🩹✨️
Let's begin...
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(Author's POV)
Time...⏳️
There is something strange about time.
Whether the moments are good or bad...
They pass.
And when they leave...
They always leave something behind.
Sometimes pain.
Sometimes love.
But one thing remains common between both...
If they are felt with all your heart...
They never truly disappear.
Some people are forced to live with pain.
And some people...
Choose to stay in their pain.
Because somewhere deep inside...
They have started loving that pain.
Maybe because that pain is connected to someone they once loved.
And this...
Is a story of such love.
A story of emotions that were never spoken.
A story of hearts that broke silently.
A story that maybe...
No one has ever heard before.
So come with me...
Into his world.
Into their world.
Where love existed...
But so did the pain.
The cold winter nights had covered everything.
The freezing wind outside entered the mansion, making the entire place feel colder than usual.
The huge mansion that once carried laughter and warmth...
Now only carried silence.
The white curtains near the windows moved slowly with the wind, dancing in the darkness of the night.
The sound of the storm outside echoed through the empty halls.
"Laxmi aunty," one of the workers called softly.
The oldest maid of the house looked outside the window.
Her eyes stayed fixed on the dark sky.
She had seen this house for years.
She had seen happiness here.
She had seen celebrations.
She had seen people smile.
But she had also seen something else...
A pain that no one talked about.
"Sabhi darwaze band kar do... Shayad phir se tufan aane wala hai."
(Close all the doors... maybe another storm is coming.)
Her voice was calm.
But her eyes carried something else.
Something heavy.
Something painful.
As the workers started closing the doors one by one...
Laxmi aunty stood there silently.
A storm?
She looked outside.
The wind was getting stronger.
But a small painful thought crossed her mind.
Isse bada tufan kya hoga... jo us raat aaya tha?
(What storm could be bigger than the one that came that night?)
A storm that didn't just shake the house...
It changed everything.
She closed her eyes for a moment.
Because some memories don't need to be remembered.
They come back on their own.
The pain.
The silence.
The helplessness.
Everything returned like it happened yesterday.
She slowly walked towards the kitchen.
The lights were dim.
The whole mansion was sleeping.
But there was something on the table...
A plate of food.
Still untouched.
Her eyes stopped there.
For a few seconds...
She just stared.
Because that empty plate carried memories.
Memories of someone who used to care.
Someone who used to wait.
Someone who used to make sure everything was perfect.
A tear slowly escaped her eyes.
"Kaash aisa na hua hota..."
(I wish this had never happened...)
Her voice broke.
But there was no one there to hear it.
Only the silence listened.
Only the walls remembered.
Upstairs...
The cold air was entering through the window.
The white curtains moved slowly with every passing breeze.
The soft light of the night entered the room, falling on the quiet figure lying on the bed.
Abeer.
His eyes were closed.
His body was resting.
But his heart...
It was far away.
The tiredness of the entire day was visible on his face.
The world saw him as someone who had everything.
A name.
A position.
A life everyone wanted.
But no one saw the emptiness hidden behind his silence.
No one saw the nights he spent fighting with his own thoughts.
Because some battles...
Are fought quietly.
Abeer lay there without moving.
Trying to sleep.
Trying to escape.
But some memories don't let you rest.
Some names stay awake even when you close your eyes.
And for Abeer...
There was only one name.
A name that still had the power to break him.
A name that still felt close...
Even when it was far away.
The storm outside continued.
The curtains kept moving.
And somewhere inside that silent room...
A broken heart was still holding onto a love...
That time couldn't erase.
Abeer's POV 🖤
I don't know...
Maybe some moments are not meant to stay.
Maybe they only come to remind you of something you lost.
Something you would give anything to have back.
The room was silent.
The cold wind was still passing through the window, touching my face.
I was lying there with my eyes closed, trying to sleep.
Trying to silence my thoughts.
But then...
Something changed.
A feeling.
A presence.
I felt a soft touch on my feet.
A hand.
A familiar warmth.
My entire body froze.
Because that touch...
It wasn't new.
It was something I knew.
Something my heart recognized before my mind could.
And then...
That fragrance.
That same fragrance.
The one I could never forget.
For a second, I stopped breathing.
Because how could it be possible?
How could something that belonged only to my memories feel so real?
A soft voice reached my ears.
"Aaj phir dawa nahi li naa..."
(You didn't take your medicine again, did you?)
My heart skipped a beat.
That voice.
That concern.
That same way of scolding me.
"Phir bina khaye so gaye..."
(You slept again without eating...)
Slowly...
My eyes opened.
And for a moment...
I forgot everything.
The pain.
The loneliness.
The reality.
Because in front of me...
She was there.
Standing with a tray in her hands.
Food.
My medicines.
And that same expression...
The expression filled with worry for me.
My lips curved into a smile before I could stop it.
Maybe...
Maybe this was the moment I waited for the entire day.
The moment where everything felt normal again.
The moment where it felt like I wasn't alone.
The moment where I could hear her voice.
"Happiness..."
The word left my lips softly.
Not Harshita.
Never Harshita.
Because for me...
She was something else.
Something I couldn't explain.
Something that felt like peace in my chaos.
"Tum..."
My voice became low.
"Tum aa gayi..."
(You came...)
I don't know why my eyes felt heavy.
Maybe because somewhere deep inside...
I had missed this.
I had missed her presence.
I had missed someone worrying about me.
But she didn't say anything.
She just looked at me silently.
And then...
She took a bite from the plate.
Slowly, she brought it towards me.
I didn't ask anything.
I didn't question anything.
I just looked into her eyes.
And ate.
Because at that moment...
Nothing else mattered.
Not the world.
Not the questions.
Not the pain.
Only her.
The way she looked at me.
The way she cared.
The small smile on her face.
Everything felt like a dream.
A dream I didn't want to wake up from.
One bite.
Then another.
I don't know when I stopped feeling tired.
I don't know when the heaviness in my heart disappeared.
Because I wasn't focused on anything else.
I was lost.
Lost in her face.
Lost in that smile.
Lost in the feeling that maybe...
Maybe I wasn't alone anymore.
After making me eat, she gave me the medicine.
And I took it without even realizing.
Because my attention wasn't on the food.
It wasn't on the medicine.
It was only on her.
On the person sitting in front of me.
The person who still had the power to calm every storm inside me.
For a moment...
I felt happy.
Truly happy.
Not the fake smile I showed everyone.
Not the happiness people thought I had.
Real happiness.
The kind that reached my heart.
The kind I had forgotten existed.
She looked at me.
And a small smile appeared on her lips.
"Happiness..."
The word slipped from her mouth softly.
And my heart stopped for a second.
Because that word...
It felt like a memory.
A feeling.
Something only she could make me feel.
I wanted to say something.
I wanted to ask her where she was.
I wanted to ask why she left me.
I wanted to hold onto this moment forever.
But before I could...
A loud sound echoed through the room.
Crash.
My eyes moved towards the side.
The sound of something breaking filled the silence.
A vase.
The glass pieces fell on the floor.
And for a second...
Everything stopped.
The room became silent.
The cold wind entered again.
The curtains moved.
And when I turned back...
She wasn't there.
The tray was gone.
The food was gone.
The warmth was gone.
Only the empty room remained.
My smile slowly disappeared.
My heart sank.
Because a few seconds ago...
She was here.
I saw her.
I heard her.
I felt her.
But now...
Nothing.
I looked around the room desperately.
"Happiness?"
My voice broke.
No answer.
Only silence.
I slowly got up from the bed.
My eyes searched every corner.
Maybe she was hiding.
Maybe she was still here.
Maybe...
But the truth was standing in front of me.
The room was empty.
Completely empty.
And suddenly...
The same loneliness came back.
The same pain.
The same silence.
I looked down at my hands.
The hands that wanted to hold onto that moment.
But couldn't.
Maybe it was just a dream.
Maybe it was just my mind creating a moment I wanted too badly.
Or maybe...
Some people leave...
But their love stays behind.
And sometimes...
That love becomes the only thing that keeps you alive.
I closed my eyes.
Trying to remember that warmth.
That voice.
That smile.
Because for those few minutes...
I wasn't alone.
For those few minutes...
I had my happiness back.
Abeer's POV
I don't know...
Maybe some moments are not meant to stay.
Maybe they only come to remind you of something you lost.
Something you would give anything to have back.
The room was silent.
The cold wind was still passing through the window, touching my face.
I was lying there with my eyes closed, trying to sleep.
Trying to silence my thoughts.
But then...
Something changed.
A feeling.
A presence.
I felt a soft touch on my feet.
A hand.
A familiar warmth.
My entire body froze.
Because that touch...
It wasn't new.
It was something I knew.
Something my heart recognized before my mind could.
And then...
That fragrance.
That same fragrance.
The one I could never forget.
For a second, I stopped breathing.
Because how could it be possible?
How could something that belonged only to my memories feel so real?
A soft voice reached my ears.
"Aaj phir dawa nahi li naa..."
(You didn't take your medicine again, did you?)
My heart skipped a beat.
That voice.
That concern.
That same way of scolding me.
"Phir bina khaye so gaye..."
(You slept again without eating...)
Slowly...
My eyes opened.
And for a moment...
I forgot everything.
The pain.
The loneliness.
The reality.
Because in front of me...
She was there.
Standing with a tray in her hands.
Food.
My medicines.
And that same expression...
The expression filled with worry for me.
My lips curved into a smile before I could stop it.
Maybe...
Maybe this was the moment I waited for the entire day.
The moment where everything felt normal again.
The moment where it felt like I wasn't alone.
The moment where I could hear her voice.
"Happiness..."
The word left my lips softly.
Not Harshita.
Never Harshita.
Because for me...
She was something else.
Something I couldn't explain.
Something that felt like peace in my chaos.
"Tum..."
My voice became low.
"Tum aa gayi..."
(You came...)
I don't know why my eyes felt heavy.
Maybe because somewhere deep inside...
I had missed this.
I had missed her presence.
I had missed someone worrying about me.
But she didn't say anything.
She just looked at me silently.
And then...
She took a bite from the plate.
Slowly, she brought it towards me.
I didn't ask anything.
I didn't question anything.
I just looked into her eyes.
And ate.
Because at that moment...
Nothing else mattered.
Not the world.
Not the questions.
Not the pain.
Only her.
The way she looked at me.
The way she cared.
The small smile on her face.
Everything felt like a dream.
A dream I didn't want to wake up from.
One bite.
Then another.
I don't know when I stopped feeling tired.
I don't know when the heaviness in my heart disappeared.
Because I wasn't focused on anything else.
I was lost.
Lost in her face.
Lost in that smile.
Lost in the feeling that maybe...
Maybe I wasn't alone anymore.
After making me eat, she gave me the medicine.
And I took it without even realizing.
Because my attention wasn't on the food.
It wasn't on the medicine.
It was only on her.
On the person sitting in front of me.
The person who still had the power to calm every storm inside me.
For a moment...
I felt happy.
Truly happy.
Not the fake smile I showed everyone.
Not the happiness people thought I had.
Real happiness.
The kind that reached my heart.
The kind I had forgotten existed.
She looked at me.
And a small smile appeared on her lips.
"Abeer..."
The word slipped from her mouth softly.
And my heart stopped for a second.
Because that word...
It felt like a memory.
A feeling.
Something only she could make me feel.
I wanted to say something.
I wanted to ask her where she was.
I wanted to ask why she left me.
I wanted to hold onto this moment forever.
But before I could...
A loud sound echoed through the room.
Crash.
My eyes moved towards the side.
The sound of something breaking filled the silence.
A vase.
The glass pieces fell on the floor.
And for a second...
Everything stopped.
The room became silent.
The cold wind entered again.
The curtains moved.
And when I turned back...
She wasn't there.
The tray was gone.
The food was gone.
The warmth was gone.
Only the empty room remained.
My smile slowly disappeared.
My heart sank.
Because a few seconds ago...
She was here.
I saw her.
I heard her.
I felt her.
But now...
Nothing.
I looked around the room desperately.
"Happiness?"
My voice broke.
No answer.
Only silence.
I slowly got up from the bed.
My eyes searched every corner.
Maybe she was hiding.
Maybe she was still here.
Maybe...
But the truth was standing in front of me.
The room was empty.
Completely empty.
And suddenly...
The same loneliness came back.
The same pain.
The same silence.
I looked down at my hands.
The hands that wanted to hold onto that moment.
But couldn't.
Maybe it was just a dream.
Maybe it was just my mind creating a moment I wanted too badly.
Or maybe...
Some people leave...
But their love stays behind.
And sometimes...
That love becomes the only thing that keeps you alive.
I closed my eyes.
Trying to remember that warmth.
That voice.
That smile.
Because for those few minutes...
I wasn't alone.
For those few minutes...
I had my happiness back.
I don't know how long I stayed there...
Just sitting.
Just feeling that one moment.
The moment where I had my happiness back.
Even if it was only for a few minutes...
It felt real.
It felt like she was really there.
Like everything was normal again.
Like I could wake up and see her sitting in front of me, worrying about me, scolding me for not taking care of myself.
But moments like these...
They don't stay forever.
Slowly, I moved.
I got up from my bed.
And the second my feet touched the cold marble floor...
Reality hit me.
The coldness wasn't just under my feet.
It was everywhere.
In the room.
In my heart.
In my life.
I looked up...
And my eyes stopped.
Right in front of me...
There was a huge picture.
A picture that had become the first thing I saw every morning...
And the last thing I saw every night.
Her.
My eyes stayed there.
I couldn't move.
It was her.
That red saree.
Her favorite one.
The same one that always made her look different.
The same one where her smile looked brighter than anything else.
I just stood there...
Looking at her.
At her smile.
At those eyes.
Those eyes that always had so much love in them.
Love for me.
For a few seconds...
I forgot everything.
I forgot the reality.
I forgot the pain.
I forgot that she wasn't standing in front of me.
Because the picture was enough to take me back.
Back to those moments.
Back to the time when her smile was a part of my everyday life.
Back to the time when I didn't know I would miss someone this much.
My eyes moved slowly.
And I looked around the room.
A small smile appeared on my face.
This room...
This room was not just a room anymore.
It was her.
Every corner.
Every little thing.
Everything carried a piece of her.
There wasn't a single place in this room that didn't remind me of her.
Every wall had her pictures.
Different smiles.
Different moments.
Different memories.
Some where she was laughing.
Some where she was just looking away.
But every picture had the same effect on me.
It made my heart feel heavy...
And peaceful at the same time.
I walked slowly towards the window.
The white curtains moved with the cold breeze.
And then I saw it.
A small clip attached to the curtain.
Her dupatta.
I smiled softly.
Because only she could do things like this.
She always had this habit.
Making every place feel like hers.
Leaving little pieces of herself everywhere.
I looked towards the sofa.
Her things were still there.
Her presence was still there.
Her dupatta.
Her little things.
Everything was exactly where she left it.
Like she could come back anytime.
Like she would walk into the room and say...
"Abeer, tum phir apni cheezein nahi sambhal ke rakhte."
(Abeer, you still don't keep your things properly.)
A small laugh escaped my lips.
Because even now...
I could hear her saying it.
I looked towards the dressing table.
Her bangles were scattered there.
Just like always.
She never kept them properly.
She always said she would arrange them later.
But later never came.
And somehow...
I never wanted them to.
Because those little messy things were proof.
Proof that she was here.
Proof that this room once had her.
Proof that I wasn't imagining those memories.
I touched one of the bangles softly.
A smile stayed on my face.
She had this habit of marking her territory everywhere.
Not intentionally.
She just did it.
A dupatta here.
Her bangles there.
Her pictures on every wall.
Her little things in every corner.
And now...
This entire room belonged to her.
Not because of the things she left behind.
But because she was the only person who made this place feel alive.
I looked around again.
And for a moment...
I didn't see an empty room.
I saw her.
I saw her walking around.
I saw her smiling.
I saw her making this place hers.
A soft smile appeared on my face.
Because maybe...
Some people don't leave completely.
Maybe they stay.
In the places they touched.
In the memories they created.
In the little things they forgot behind.
And for me...
Every corner of this room had only one name.
My Happiness.
The next morning...
I woke up early.
Not because I wanted to.
Not because I had somewhere to go.
But because after four years...
My body had learned this habit.
Or maybe...
The truth was...
I just couldn't sleep anymore.
Sleep didn't come easily to me now.
Because every night carried memories.
And every morning...
Reminded me that I was still here.
Without her.
My eyes slowly opened.
And the first thing I saw...
Was the small frame kept beside my bed.
A small smile appeared on my face without even realizing.
My fingers slowly moved towards it.
I touched the frame softly.
Like I was touching something precious.
Because it was.
It wasn't just a frame.
It was a memory.
A piece of my Happiness.
Inside that frame...
Was a WhatsApp message.
A message I had saved.
A message I had framed.
Her last message.
The last time she talked to me normally.
The last time she was happy.
The last time...
I saw her words on my screen.
I still remembered that day.
She was going to the mall.
And even through a simple text...
I could feel her excitement.
Her happiness.
Her innocence.
She had written...
"Abeer, main Govind ko bhog lagana bhul gayi."
(Abeer, I forgot to offer bhog to Govind.)
A small smile appeared on my face.
Because I remembered how she always cared about little things.
Things that others ignored.
"I know tumhe ye pasand nahi hai..."
(I know you don't like this...)
Her words continued.
"Par kya tum unka khyal rakh loge please?"
(But can you please take care of him?)
And every time I read those words...
Something inside me broke.
Because she didn't ask me to do something big.
She didn't ask me for anything for herself.
She was just worried about Govind.
And somehow...
Even after leaving...
She gave me something to take care of.
My eyes became heavy.
A tear slipped down.
But at the same time...
A smile appeared too.
Because that was my Happiness.
Even in her last moments with me...
She was still thinking about others.
I looked at the frame.
My thumb slowly moved over her message.
"Of course, bacha..."
I whispered.
"I will."
My voice was low.
Almost like I was afraid the silence would break if I spoke louder.
After keeping the frame back carefully...
I got up.
The morning light entered through the window.
A new day had started.
And like every day...
I started it with her memory.
First, I took a shower.
The cold water touched my face.
But somehow...
The heaviness inside me remained.
After getting ready...
I stood in front of my wardrobe.
My eyes stopped on one outfit.
A white kurta pajama.
A small smile appeared.
Because there was a reason behind it.
Why wouldn't I wear it?
It was her favorite color.
My Happiness loved white.
She always said white had a different kind of peace.
And maybe...
After losing her...
I started searching for that peace too.
I got ready and walked downstairs.
The mansion was awake by then.
People were working.
The house was moving.
But somewhere...
A part of it was still silent.
Because the person who filled it with warmth...
Wasn't here.
I walked towards the temple.
And the moment I saw it...
My eyes softened.
There he was.
Govind.
Harshita's Govind.
My Happiness's Govind.
For four years...
This had become my routine.
Not a single day passed...
When I didn't come here.
When I didn't clean this place.
When I didn't talk to him.
Or maybe...
If I am being honest...
I didn't talk to anyone else.
People were around me.
Hundreds of people worked in this house.
But this place...
This was different.
Because this place belonged to her.
It carried her faith.
Her feelings.
Her little memories.
I cleaned the temple myself.
Yes...
There were thousands of people who could do it.
But some things...
You don't let others do.
Some things are connected to your heart.
After cleaning everything...
I went outside and picked fresh flowers.
Aparajita.
Mogra.
The flowers she loved.
The flowers that made this place feel complete.
I brought them back carefully.
And offered them to Govind.
For a moment...
I just stood there.
Silent.
Because sometimes...
Words are not enough.
Sometimes you just stand in front of the person, the memory, or the place connected to someone you love...
And let your heart speak.
"Good morning, Govind..."
I whispered.
A small smile touched my lips.
"Usne bola tha na tumhara khyal rakhna..."
(She told me to take care of you...)
"So I am."
My voice became softer.
"Main kar raha hoon."
(I am doing it.)
After that...
I went into the kitchen.
I didn't make anything special.
Just a simple bhog.
Something made with care.
Something that carried a little bit of her habit.
A little bit of her memory.
While preparing it...
I remembered how she used to do small things with so much love.
How she found happiness in simple moments.
And maybe...
That was the thing I missed the most.
Not the big moments.
Not the celebrations.
Just her being there.
After preparing the bhog...
I placed it in front of Govind.
Then I did the aarti.
The sound of the bell filled the room.
The flame moved slowly in my hands.
And for a few moments...
Everything felt peaceful.
The pain was still there.
The emptiness was still there.
But so was her memory.
And maybe...
For now...
That was enough.
Because some people leave your life...
But they become a part of your every day.
And my every day...
Still started with my Happiness.
After offering bhog to Govind...
I came outside.
The morning air was calm.
The garden was quiet.
But the moment I stepped outside...
A small smile appeared on my face.
Because there they were.
Waiting for me.
My Happiness's friends.
The birds.
The same birds she used to feed.
The same little souls she cared about.
I still remembered how happy she used to get seeing them.
For her...
It was never just about feeding them.
It was about caring.
About making sure everything around her was okay.
I took the grains in my hand and offered them to them.
And within seconds...
They came closer.
Happily.
A soft smile appeared on my face while watching them.
Maybe...
Maybe they would tell her.
Tell my Happiness that I was trying.
That I was taking care of the things she loved.
That I was following everything she taught me.
I sat near the plants.
The same plants she had taken care of.
The same little world she had created.
My fingers touched the leaves softly.
"I know..."
My voice became low.
"I know main utne ache se khyal nahi rakh pata..."
(I know I don't take care of them as well...)
I looked at the plants.
A small sadness appeared in my eyes.
"But..."
"Jab tak Happiness wapas nahi aati..."
(Until Happiness comes back...)
"Please adjust kar lena."
(Please adjust.)
A small smile appeared on my face.
Because it sounded stupid.
I knew it.
Talking to plants.
Talking to birds.
Talking to Govind.
But maybe...
When you lose someone...
You start finding pieces of them everywhere.
And those pieces become the only things that listen.
After spending some time there...
I went back inside.
Back to my room.
I changed my clothes.
The reality of the day was waiting.
Work.
Meetings.
Responsibilities.
The world outside still expected Abeer Singhaniya to be the same.
Strong.
Unbreakable.
I wore my office suit.
Adjusted my tie.
Looked at myself in the mirror.
Everything looked perfect.
But only I knew...
How broken everything actually was.
I turned towards my cupboard.
And when I opened it...
My eyes stopped.
There it was.
A piece of her.
A night dress.
My hand slowly reached towards it.
I picked it up carefully.
It was still there.
Unwashed.
Even after all this time...
I couldn't wash it.
Because it still carried something.
Her fragrance.
Her presence.
Her warmth.
People might think it was just a cloth.
But for me...
It wasn't.
It was a memory.
A moment.
A feeling that I wasn't ready to lose.
After she left...
I kept these little things safe.
Not because I couldn't move on.
But because somewhere...
These were the only things that made me feel close to her.
I held it for a few seconds.
Then slowly kept it back.
Because some memories are too precious to touch for too long.
I closed the cupboard.
Took a deep breath.
And walked downstairs.
Before leaving...
I stopped near Govind.
I looked at him.
The same place where I talked to him every day.
"Govind..."
I smiled slightly.
"Main chalta hu."
(I am leaving.)
"Raat ko milenge."
(We'll meet at night.)
Like always.
Like she had asked me to.
Like this was our little routine.
I looked at him one last time.
Then turned around.
And walked towards the door.
The car was waiting outside.
The office was waiting.
The world was waiting.
I stepped out...
But a part of me...
Always stayed behind.
In that room.
In those memories.
With my Happiness.
(Author's POV)
The world knew him as Abeer Singhaniya.
A name that was enough to create fear.
A name that carried power.
A name that people respected...
And feared.
But no one knew the person hidden behind that name.
After Harshita left...
Everyone thought he changed.
Everyone thought the little softness he had once carried disappeared.
People said he became colder.
More ruthless.
More like a person who had nothing left to feel.
For the world...
He was the same cold businessman.
The same Abeer Singhaniya.
The one who never showed emotions.
The one who never let anyone come close.
But no one knew...
That the coldness was just a wall.
A wall he built around the pain he carried inside.
Because behind those silent eyes...
There was still someone waiting.
Waiting for a person who wasn't there.
The day passed slowly.
Meetings.
Calls.
Responsibilities.
The world kept moving.
And Abeer kept playing the role everyone expected him to play.
The powerful Abeer Singhaniya.
The man who never got tired.
The man who never broke.
But as the evening started falling...
The tiredness finally started showing.
The office became quieter.
The sunlight slowly disappeared.
The golden rays entered through the glass windows.
Abeer sat there silently.
His eyes moved towards the table in front of him.
There was a picture.
Her picture.
His Happiness.
A small smile appeared on his face.
Beside the picture...
Was something he always kept with him.
Govind.
Not a statue.
Never a statue.
Because he knew...
His Happiness didn't like anyone calling him just a statue.
For her...
He was Govind.
Harshita's Govind.
His Happiness's Govind.
Abeer picked it up carefully.
His fingers touched it softly.
Like it was something precious.
Because it was.
He looked at her picture.
That smile.
That smile that still had the power to break him.
Slowly...
He brought the picture closer.
And hugged it.
Closing his eyes.
For a moment...
The office disappeared.
The responsibilities disappeared.
The world disappeared.
Only she remained.
The same girl who used to worry about him.
The same girl who used to tell him to eat on time.
The same girl who used to call him something no one else could.
His Happiness.
A small pain crossed his face.
Because memories were beautiful...
But they were also cruel.
They gave you a place to go back to.
But never a way to return.
Abeer leaned back on his chair.
Holding the picture close.
And for the first time that day...
He allowed himself to feel tired.
Not physically.
Emotionally.
Because carrying memories was heavier than carrying the world.
Suddenly...
A soft touch on his head made him freeze.
A hand.
A familiar warmth.
Someone gently pressing his head.
And then...
A voice.
A voice that his heart knew before his mind could understand.
"Bohot thak gaye ho na, Abeer..."
(You are very tired, aren't you, Abeer...)
His eyes opened immediately.
His breath stopped.
Because standing in front of him...
Was her.
That same smile.
That same softness.
That same look in her eyes.
For a few seconds...
He just stared.
Like he was scared that if he blinked...
She would disappear.
"Happiness..."
The word left his lips like a whisper.
Not Harshita.
Never Harshita.
Because for him...
She was his Happiness.
The reason behind every little smile he still had.
She didn't say anything.
She just smiled softly.
And then...
She turned around.
Slowly.
And sat in his lap.
Like she owned this.
Her head resting in his chest.
Like she had done this a thousand times before.
Like nothing had changed.
Like those four years never existed.
Abeer couldn't move.
He couldn't understand.
He couldn't question.
Because at that moment...
His heart didn't want answers.
It only wanted her.
He looked down at her.
The same face.
The same peaceful expression.
The same person he had missed every single day.
His hands moved before he could think.
He pulled her into his arms.
Tightly.
So tightly...
Like he was afraid.
Afraid that if he loosened his hold...
She would disappear again.
"I thought..."
His voice broke.
But he couldn't complete the sentence.
Because there were too many things he wanted to say.
Too many emotions he had buried.
She gently touched his forehead.
"Abeer..."
Her voice was soft.
"Kya hua?"
(What happened?)
"Tum thak gaye?"
(You got tired?)
Then like always...
She started worrying.
"Phir khana miss kiya na?"
(You skipped your food again, didn't you?)
A small sadness appeared in his eyes.
Because even after everything...
She was still the same.
Still worried about him.
Still caring about him.
She handed him a glass.
"Ye lo juice piyo."
(Have this, drink the juice.)
"Shaam ko kya khaoge?"
(What will you eat in the evening?)
"Tumhari favourite kheer bana du?"
(Should I make your favourite kheer?)
Her words filled the empty space.
And Abeer...
He just kept looking at her.
Silent.
Because he didn't know what to say.
How could he explain...
That he didn't need food.
He didn't need anything.
Not today.
Not in this moment.
He only needed this.
Her.
Her presence.
Her warmth.
Her being there.
His eyes became heavy.
And he hugged her again.
Stronger this time.
"Kuch nahi..."
(Nothing...)
His voice was barely a whisper.
"Bss..."
(Just...)
"Aise hi bethi raho mere paas."
(Just stay like this with me.)
And for that moment...
Abeer Singhaniya forgot the world.
The man everyone feared...
Was just a person holding onto the only thing that ever made him feel alive.
His Happiness.
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Author's Note 💌
So...
Did you feel it?
Did you feel Abeer's pain?
For him, Happiness is not just a memory...
She is still a part of his every breath, every habit, every little thing around him.
But the question is...
Is she really there?
Or is Abeer holding onto a world that only exists inside his heart?
Because sometimes...
Love doesn't let you accept the truth.
And sometimes...
The biggest battle is not losing someone...
It's accepting that they are gone.
But what if the heart refuses?
What if someone believes that the person they lost is still somewhere out there?
Next chapter is going to reveal a little more about Abeer's world...
A world where everyone knows the truth...
But Abeer has his own truth.
A truth he refuses to let go of.
Stay tuned... ❤️🩹
⚠️ Spoiler for next chapter:
"Wo is duniya me nahi hai, Abeer... tumhe ye sach accept karna hoga."
"But if her breaths had really stopped... maybe mine would have too."
"I know she is okay... I know my Happiness will come back."🥀♥️
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(Make sure you didn't miss next chapter there are so many secrets to reveal 📝✨️)
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