Aarohi couldnât sleep that night. She lay awake, staring at the ceiling as the message played over and over in her head. The anonymous words didnât just stingâthey made her question everything. What if there was some truth to it? Could Vihaanâs possessiveness mean that he didnât love her for who she was but rather for what she represented to him?
Tossing and turning, she reached for her phone again, the screen lighting up the dark room. She stared at the message one more time, her finger hovering over the delete button. But something stopped her. Deleting it wouldnât erase the doubt it had planted in her mind. She needed to figure out who sent itâand why.
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Vihaan, on the other hand, wasnât faring much better. He sat at a dimly lit bar with his best friend, Karan, nursing a glass of whiskey. Karan watched him silently, letting him vent until his words finally slowed.
âI just donât understand her, Karan,â Vihaan said, his voice heavy with frustration. âShe keeps defending him. How am I supposed to trust her when she spends so much time with someone like Rohan?â
Karan raised an eyebrow. âItâs not about Rohan, is it? Youâre not mad at himâyouâre mad at her.â
Vihaan frowned, looking down at his drink. âWhat are you trying to say?â
âIâm saying youâre focusing on the wrong thing, man. If you keep letting your jealousy control you, youâre going to lose her,â Karan said, his tone calm but firm. âRelationships arenât about control, Vihaan. Theyâre about trust. If you donât trust her, then whatâs the point?â
Vihaan ran a hand through his hair, Karanâs words hitting a nerve. He hated how possessive heâd been, but he couldnât help it. The thought of losing Aarohi to someone else made his blood boil. But Karan was rightâhis anger wasnât helping. It was only driving her away.
âYou think I can fix this?â Vihaan asked quietly, his voice laced with doubt.
âYou can,â Karan said, clapping him on the shoulder. âBut only if youâre willing to change. Stop obsessing over Rohan and focus on making her feel secure. Show her why she chose you in the first place.â
Vihaan nodded slowly, determination flickering in his eyes. He had to fix this. He had to be betterâfor Aarohi, and for their relationship.
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Back in her room, Aarohi stared at her reflection in the mirror. Her eyes were tired, her face pale. The weight of the message and the fight with Vihaan felt like too much to bear. She wanted to believe in their relationship, but the cracks were becoming harder to ignore.
She picked up her phone again and typed a message to Vihaan: âWe need to talk tomorrow. Thereâs something I need to tell you.â
But before she could hit send, her phone buzzed again. This time, it wasnât an unknown numberâit was Vihaan.
Her heart skipped a beat as she opened the message: âIâm sorry, Aarohi. Iâll do better. Letâs talk tomorrow.â
Aarohi stared at the screen, her emotions swirling. She wanted to believe him, to trust that they could make things work. But the anonymous message lingered in the back of her mind, a shadow she couldnât shake.
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As Aarohi finally drifted off to sleep, her phone buzzed one last time. This time, it was the same unknown number. The message was short but chilling: âTomorrow, youâll see who he really is.â
Aarohi bolted upright, her heart racing. Who was behind these messages? And what did they mean by "who he really is"?
The doubt and fear were suffocating her. Was someone trying to sabotage her relationship, or was there more to Vihaan than she realized?
What would tomorrow reveal?