Prologue

Scene—1

She never loved me.

But before she could complete her sentence, I pulled her by holding her wrist, my grip firm but not harsh. She gasped, placing her hand on my chest for balance, but I didn't care.

"Look in my eyes and say it, Sanvi." My voice was low, breaking at the edges. "Look at me and say every fucking moment we shared meant nothing. That you never loved me."

Her lips parted, her eyes swimming with unshed tears.

She hesitated.

Then—her gaze hardened.

"I never loved you, Akshat," she whispered.

Silence.

The words settled between us like shattered glass—small, sharp, impossible to ignore.

My chest constricted, and my ears rang.

She doesn't mean it. She can't mean it.

"I liked you, but not anymore. It was just infatuation."

The final nail in the coffin.

I sucked in a sharp breath, but it didn't reach my lungs.

Lies.

But it didn't matter because she said it.

Scene—2

I somehow made it to the car and sat inside the car.

The door shut me, beside closing me in silence—except for my own uneven breaths, the ragged way my chest rose and fell, the way my vision blurred before I could even stop it.

My fingers dug into my arms as I lay back on the seat, pressing myself against the door as if that could hold me together.

As if I wasn't already breaking.

"I hate you, Sanvi Sharma."

I squeezed my eyes shut, pressing my forehead against my knees.

I had to do it.

I had to.

But why did it feel like I had just ripped out my own heart?

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This was the prologue, guys. I hope you guys like it. It is my first ever story, so please vote and comment This is my first ever story, so please be kind.

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