Four Years Later

Shivi’s POV:

[In Bangalore]

I could hardly breathe. The darkness closed in around me, my legs burned with each step, but I couldn't stop. "He’ll catch you, Shivi, run faster," I urged myself, my breaths coming in desperate gasps.

Suddenly, he appeared, his voice booming as he shouted my name. I darted into a narrow alley, only to find it blocked by a tall, unyielding wall.

Damn, now I was trapped, hemmed in by cold, unfeeling bricks and his menacing presence. "Did you really think you could escape me?" he sneered, his eyes gleaming with malevolent delight.

Seeing me cornered, he laughed, the sound chilling me to the bone, and started walking towards me. Like a reflex, I backed away until I was pressed against the wall. "Please, leave me alone! Don't come near me, you monster!" I screamed, my voice trembling with terror.

I hated how my body betrayed me, trembling under his predatory gaze. As his hands reached for me, I jolted awake.

My entire body was shaking, my breath uneven, and I felt like I was on fire. Another nightmare. I hugged myself, tears streaming down my face. It's been four years, and still, these nightmares never stop. He still haunts me.

The clock read 3 a.m. I couldn't help but think about the day my world turned upside down, the day I lost everything. The day I lost myself.

I got up from my bed and walked onto the balcony, seeking solace in the sky, in the only thing that calms me down—the moon.

Yes, I am a selenophile (a person who loves the moon). It gives me hope that no matter how dark it gets, there will always be a source of light. It also makes me happy to think that at least he and I are watching the same moon under the same sky.

Him... (Abhi). Just the thought of him makes me smile and cry at the same time. Why did everything have to turn out this way?

Wiping my tears, I went back inside, took out my diary, and started writing. For the last four years, my diary has been the only way to vent my feelings, fears, and pain. Only my diary knows how much I yearn for Abhi.

I never thought I would have to live without him. Maybe I wasn't the one for him. I don't deserve him. My dark secrets are too much for anyone to accept, yet my heart and soul yearn for him.I sighed and started writing.

Dear Abhi,

No matter what happens, I can never stop loving you. My love for you is like a mirror...Even if it breaks into a million pieces,if you look closely, you can still see yourself in it.

After writing this, I closed my diary. The clock read 5 a.m. I lay back down, hoping to get some sleep.

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Author's POV:

Standing near a large glass window overlooking the city, Abhi gazed at the view. The skyline glittered with a thousand lights, but his eyes were distant, filled with memories that refused to fade.

It seemed like nothing had changed, yet everything had. After that day, he left for France, completed his studies, and became a renowned cardiologist. He is now one of the most powerful and richest men. He has everything anyone could dream of.

But no matter where he went or what he did, he could not forget Shivani and her betrayal. Everything is as fresh in his mind as if it happened yesterday. He is no longer the Abhi everyone knew; he has become a cold, stone-hearted person. He no longer believes in love. His love for Shivani has turned into pure hate.

It’s true what they say—no one can hate you more intensely than someone who once loved you.

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Abhi's POV (In France):

Standing near my window, I was lost in thought. How everything has changed, and yet, I still can't forget her. Everywhere I go, I get flashbacks of our lovely moments, her care, her love... no, her fake love.

Why, God? Why can't I forget her? Frustrated, I pulled at my hair. It's not like I didn't try to find her, but she vanished as if she never existed. She played with me and my feelings.I hate her. I wish we had never met. The pain she caused is unbearable. This is why I never stayed in Mumbai—her memories always haunted me.But now, it's enough.

I can't keep running away from my family because of her. My family is everything to me. They need me, and my own hospital needs me there.My family has been worried about me for the last few years and now wants me to settle in Mumbai and manage my hospital. So here I am, going back to India.

Sighing, I took my bag, gave one last look at my room, and, locking the house behind me, I left for the airport.

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Hey lovely readers, here's the first chapter. I hope you all like it.

Who else is a selenophile? If you ask me, I love the rain a lot.