Author’s POV
As usual, after the tension of the previous night, neither Avantika nor Avyansh had said a word to each other.
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Chapter 36
His Shayari,Her Sparks
"You were the biggest mistake of my life! The worst regret I ever had!" My voice lashed out, sharp and unforgiving. My chest heaved, fists trembling. I didn't mean it. I didn't mean any of it. But the words were out, irreversible. Akansha froze, her wide, tear-filled eyes locked onto mine. "You don't trust me?" she whispered, her voice barely holding together. "I did it for you. They sai-" Her voice broke, a lone tear slipping down her cheek. My heart twisted painfully. "You should have asked me!" I roared, my knees giving out as I crashed onto the cold marble floor. My hands clutched my chest, as if trying to hold my breaking heart together. "You should have FUĆKING ASKED ME!" ----------------- Breaking News "The famous Shekhawat elder son was found dead in a tragic car accident late last night. The police are investigating possible foul play..." My phone slipped from my grasp, hitting the floor with a dull thud. The words blurred as my vision swam with tears. No. No. No. My breath hitched, my body trembling violently. This can't be him. This can't be real. "NO!" My scream shattered the silence. My knees buckled, and I collapsed, sobs wracking my body. The last thing I ever said to him-those cruel, unforgivable words-replayed in my mind. I never got to take them back. And now... I never would. 🖊💫 His Shayari, Her Sparks She's a no-filter, caffeine-fueled almost-engineer. He's a mischievous poet with a storm behind his words. Sarcasm meets poetry, chaos meets charm-but behind the banter, both hide unspoken scars. Will love give their secrets a voice, or will silence keep them apart? A tale of wit, wounds, and the poetry of love.
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