Chapter 30: 28. Bate ye kabhi na bta sake

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Without any further bak bak lets proceed with the twenty eighth★★★

chapter of " Will I ever find my true love

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Weeks had dragged on since Ruhani-now Sandhya-vanished from Sashwat's life, and the absence of her presence felt more like a wound. Each day was a relentless search, fueled by a mix of desperation and rage. His assistant, had tirelessly scoured the city, but each lead turned cold almost immediately, leaving Sashwat feeling as if he were chasing shadows.

One day, Vansh entered Sashwat's study, his face lined with frustration. "Sir, it appears that Ruhani mam is deliberately erasing her tracks. There's absolutely no trace of her anywhere. It's like she vanished into thin air."

Sashwat slammed his fist onto the desk. "Then we will find a way to dig deeper. Use the dark web. We need every resource at our disposal. If she's out there, somewhere, we will locate her!"

"Yes, sir," Vansh replied, though he could feel the heaviness of the mood in the room. He quickly left to begin the search, but as soon as he was gone, Sashwat sank back into his chair. The anger slowly dissolved into a different kind of pain-a profound sense of loss.

He leaned forward, burying his head in his hands, his heart heavy with conflicting emotions. "How will I explain what I feel for you, Ruhani?" he mumbled, his voice cracking. "How can I put into words the longing, the obsession that has taken root in my soul since you walked away?"

A mixture of regret and desperation enveloped him. He never meant to trap her; he had only wanted to protect her-but now? Now it all felt like a beautiful dream turned into a haunting nightmare. "Don't you see?" he whispered, his voice now soft and painful. "Without you, I'm lost."

Silence hung thick in the air, echoing his despair. As Sashwat stared out of the window, he understood that this chase was not merely about finding her physical location-it was about reclaiming the connection they once shared.

Sashwat's voice broke as he uttered the words he had been withholding for far too long. "I love you, Ruhani," he confessed, his tone raw and desperate. "I don't know when I will get my real love back... or if I ever will."

Tears began to flow from his cheeks, unbidden and heavy, each drop a testament to his vulnerability-a side of himself he had kept hidden beneath layers of power and control. The realization of how deeply he missed her surged like a tidal wave within him. Memories flooded his mind: her laughter, the way she fit so perfectly into his world, and the warmth of her presence that once made his heart feel whole.

As the tears fell, he felt the weight of his own failure. He thought of the moments they shared, the promises he had made, and how quickly they had slipped away, replaced by a void that swallowed him whole. "I thought I was doing what was right," he whispered to the empty room, his voice hoarse. "To protect you, to keep you safe. But what if I only pushed you away?"

He wiped his tears angrily with the back of his hand, battling the conflicting emotions that churned inside him. Anguish and regret twisted in his chest, and he couldn't shake off the suffocating feeling of helplessness.

"Please, find a way back to me," he murmured, almost as if he were pleading with the universe, a power he had once believed he wielded. "I'll do anything. Just give me a chance to show you that my feelings are real." The words felt desperate, like offerings into the abyss of their silence, but he needed her to know.

In that moment of solitude and heartache, Sashwat realized that love, for all its strength, could also leave one feeling utterly powerless. He sat back in his chair, defeated but determined-he would stop at nothing to uncover the truth and bring Ruhani home.

Unknown to Sashwat, Sandhya sat hidden away in the small but comfortable apartment she had rented, her laptop open before her. She had been keeping an eye on Sashwat-curious, perhaps-monitoring him through one of the last cameras left behind in her old home. As his anguished confessions played out on the screen, she felt a stirring she hadn't anticipated, a flutter of pain within her that she was unprepared for.

Watching him break down, tears streaming down his face, stirred something deep inside her. "Why does it hurt to see him like this?" she thought, a whisper of disbelief echoing in her mind. Wasn't he the one who had held her captive in a gilded cage, placing his needs and desires above her own?

For a moment, she felt empathy-an emotional bond that had yet to truly serve, even after all the pain. But she quickly clamped down on those feelings, reminding herself of the reasons she had chosen to leave, the necessity of her escape.

With trembling fingers, Sandhya took a deep breath and closed the laptop. The familiar sound of the screen shutting off felt like a lifeline, a barrier drawn between her heart and the memories that threatened to barge back in. "I am not that Ruhani anymore," she muttered to herself, forcing resolution into her tone. "I chose this life. This is who I am now. I can't afford to feel for him, not now, not ever."

She stood up, shaking off the lingering emotions like water off a duck's back, and moved to the window, gazing out at the bustling city below. The sun dipped low in the horizon, casting an orange glow that was both calming and invigorating. It was a new day-a new beginning-far removed from the constraints she once lived under.

As the last rays of sunlight vanished, she reminded herself why she had become Sandhya, a woman who could define her own future without the chains of love that once bound her. "I will show you my strength, Sashwat," she whispered to the fading light outside, resolute and fierce. "But on my terms."

As Sandhya-stood by the window, she felt an unexpected surge of emotions crashing over her like a tidal wave. Despite her attempts to harden her heart and distance herself from Sashwat, the sight of him, his turmoil, and his raw vulnerability flooded her senses. In that moment, she realized she was not as unaffected as she had convinced herself to be.

"Why is it so difficult to control myself after looking at you like this?" she whispered, her voice trembling as tears began to well up in her eyes. The familiar ache in her chest returned, and she felt as though she was unraveling at the seams.

"I should be happy," she continued, her heart heavy with confusion. "I'm free. I left for a reason. So why does seeing you like this make me feel so... hollow?"

The tears flowed unbidden down her cheeks, each drop a testament to the conflicting emotions swirling within her. She couldn't reconcile the pain of his sorrow with the relief of her newfound independence.

"What kind of feeling am I having?" she pondered, biting her lip in frustration. The anger she thought she had towards him flickered like a candle in the wind, swayed by an old love she thought she had buried. How could she feel so connected yet so determined to remain apart?

As she wiped away the tears, Sandhya felt the conflicting pulls of passion, betrayal, vulnerability, and strength clashing violently within her. She turned her back on the window, the city lights a blur in her peripheral vision, needing to reach deeper within herself to find clarity.

"I chose to break free," she reminded herself, her voice firm as she looked into her own reflection in the glass. "And I can't let nostalgia cloud my judgment."

With renewed determination, she turned away from the past she had tried to escape, resolute in her decision to move forward. Yet she couldn't deny that the remnants of her feelings for Sashwat would linger just beneath the surface, challenging her commitment to her new life.

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Play Mene tera nam dil rakh diya. Song in background to feel the following parts ...

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After a long, grueling day spent in the shadows of his obsession, Sashwat returned to the empty villa, the silence echoing around him like a mocking reminder of his solitude. As he walked through the door, a sense of despair washed over him, intensifying the gnawing emptiness that had taken root in his heart since Ruhani's departure.

His eyes fell upon a framed photograph of her sitting on the side table-a memory from brighter days filled with laughter and love. He approached it slowly, an ache in his chest, and picked it up gently, tracing her smile with his fingertips as though he could feel her warmth through the glass.

"Sashwat," he started, his voice cracking, filled with raw emotion, "it's me. I don't know how to explain what you mean to me anymore. Every waking moment is a struggle, an endless search for a way back to you." Tears began to flow freely down his cheeks as he spoke to the photograph, losing himself in the intensity of his feelings. "I love you. I need you."

On the other side of the hidden camera, Ruhani, now Sandhya, watched in disbelief. Tears streamed down her face as she listened to Sashwat's heartfelt confession. She felt her heart twist painfully, caught in a web of conflicting emotions that she had fought so hard to suppress.

"Why, Sashwat? Why are you affecting me like this?" she whispered through her sobs, clenching her fists in frustration. "I want to destroy you... but why can't I stay away from you?"

She buried her face in her hands, her tears soaking her palms. "At first, I wanted to escape, to break free from the chains you wrapped around me. And now, when I am away, I find myself yearning to come closer to you. What is this emotion that twists my heart and leaves me so vulnerable?"

The turmoil of her feelings became almost unbearable, a tempest of love, anger, longing, and confusion. She had stepped into a new life, yet here she was-a prisoner of her own heart, reliving memories that seemed to echo louder as time passed.

"Why is love so complicated?" she cried out quietly, feeling utterly defeated yet unwilling to surrender. "I chose this path, didn't I? So why does it feel like I'm losing myself all over again?"

With her heart heavy, she turned away from the screen, wiping away her tears, struggling to regain her composure. Deep down, she knew she had to hold onto her resolve, to embrace her strength.

As Sandhya sat there, still wrapped in her thoughts and emotions, Lisa entered the apartment, her energetic demeanor swiftly fading as she took in the scene before her. Sandhya's eyes were red and puffy from tears, and her expression was a mix of sorrow and confusion.

"Sandhya!" Lisa exclaimed, rushing towards her. "What happened? Are you okay?"

Sandhya wiped her cheeks, and her voice trembled as she replied, "I didn't mean for this to happen, Lisa. I thought I was strong enough to move on, but..." She paused, fighting back more tears. "But I still feel so tied to him."

Lisa's heart sank as she realized the extent of Sandhya's emotional turmoil. "Oh, Sandhya, it's okay to feel this way. You're not alone in this!"

With that, Lisa stepped closer, enveloping Sandhya in a warm embrace. The comfort of her friend's arms washed over Sandhya, and she finally let the floodgates open, crying into Lisa's shoulder.

"It hurts so much!" Sandhya sobbed. "Why do I still care about him? Why can't I just let go?"

"I don't know," Lisa replied softly, rubbing Sandhya's back. "Love is messy and complicated. It's okay to feel torn. You made brave choices, but that doesn't mean you won't feel pain."

Sandhya pulled back slightly, looking into Lisa's eyes. "I thought being away would make it easier, but instead, it just opened up a chasm of emotions I wasn't ready to face."

"Emotions are powerful, and they can surprise us," Lisa said gently. "But don't forget the strength you've shown by choosing to reclaim your life. You are so much more than just this pain."

Sandhya took a deep breath, trying to steady herself as she whispered, "I'm so scared I'll fall back into his trap, that I'll let my heart lead me back to a place I fought so hard to escape."

"You won't fall back if you remember your worth," Lisa reassured her, squeezing her shoulders. "You have to stay true to who you are now. Whatever happens, you have a choice. You can feel this pain, but you can also choose to rise above it."

"I just wish it didn't hurt so much," Sandhya said, tears still glistening in her eyes.

"Some wounds take time to heal. Just know I'm here for you," Lisa replied softly, pulling her friend back into a comforting embrace. "You don't have to face this alone. Take all the time you need; I'll be right by your side."

With the warmth of Lisa's hug and her supportive words, Sandhya felt a flicker of hope amidst the pain. Perhaps, just maybe, she could navigate through these emotions without losing herself entirely.

But at the end lisa was forced to think that the girl who said so much toxic about the man , how can she cry in his pain . Is this hate just to show? Does she unknowingly love him ?

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As Sashwat sank to the floor, the weight of his emotions swirling around him, he struggled to process the conflicting feelings that had consumed him. With a bitter smile, he uttered the words that had tugged at his heartstrings, weaving his sorrow into poetry

"Tujhse door hoke bhi, dil mera chura lete hai,

Teri yaadon ki khushboo se, har subah ko saja lete hain.

Har lamha teri kami mehsoos hoti hai,

Tujhse baatein na ho paye, yeh khud se hi shikayat hoti hai.**

**Doori mein bhi kuch toh hai, jo dil ko behlaata hai,

Par ye tanhai ka saaya, har pal dhundh leta hai.

Tere bina jee loon, yeh soch kar khud ko bhoola doon,

Par teri yaad mein, roz ek naya dard sehla doon.**

**Phir bhi intezar mein baithta hoon main,

Tujhse milne ka sapna dekhta hoon main.

Kahin toh aayegi wo subah, jab tu paas aayegi,

Is doori ka dard, us pal hum bhulaayenge."

[In english-

Even being away from you, my heart is stolen,

The fragrance of your memories decorates my morning every day.

I miss you every moment,

I am not able to talk to you, this is my complaint to myself

There is something behind the door which pleases my heart,

But this shadow of loneliness haunts me every moment.

I forget myself thinking that I cannot live without you,

But I suffer a new pain every day thinking about you

Still, I sit in wait,

I dream of meeting you.

That morning will come when you come near me,

This pain of separation, I will forget it at that moment."]

On the other side Sandhya watched his breakdown and his heartfelt confession through the hidden camera's she had set up. Sandhya has a bittersweet smile in her face, and she spoke softly to the emptiness around her.

"Mere dil ki baatein tu samajh na paaya,

Tujhse nafrat ki parchaiyon mein khud ko kho gaya hua paya.

Tujhse paas aana chahti hoon, par ghamon ka hai silsila,

Meri khud ki khushi ki baat hai, tujhse nafrat ka hai jila.**

**Dard bhari yaadon se bhari hai meri har ek shaam,

Tujhse door rahkar bhi, teri yaadon ka hai anjaam.

Karma ka dar hai, har nazar milne se roke,

Dil ki gehraiyon mein teri yaad ab bhi chokke.**

**Kaise bayan karun, dil ka hai ye haal,

Chahat hai tujhmein lekin, honge na kabhi hum behaal.

Badle ki aag mein, bhula diya hai pyaar,

Phir bhi teri khushboo se bhara hai mera sansaar."

[For those who don't understand Hindi -

You could not understand the words of my heart,

I found myself lost in the trials of hatred towards you.

I want to come closer to you, but there is a series of troubles,

It is a matter of my own happiness, I hate you

My every evening is filled with painful memories,

Even while staying away from you, your memories have their consequences.

I am afraid of karma, it stops me from meeting your eyes,

Your memories still linger in the depths of my heart

How should I express it, this is the state of my heart,

I love you but I will never be healthy.

In the fire of revenge, I have forgotten love,

But still my world is filled with your fragrance]

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Few days later..

In the bustling office, Sashwat sat at his desk, surrounded by papers and reports that felt increasingly irrelevant to him. His mind was still clouded with thoughts of Ruhani-now Sandhya-and the gaping void her absence had left in his life. As he scrolled through his emails, his assistant, Vansh entered the room with a weary expression.

"Sir," Vansh began, hesitating as he sensed the mood in the room. "We cannot find any details regarding either Ruhani Ma'am or this 'Sleeping Lioness.' It's as if they've vanished without a trace."

Sashwat clenched his jaw, frustration bubbling to the surface. "How can this be? There has to be something-anything! We're talking about a woman who was part of my life, and now she's...gone," he replied, bitterness seeping into his voice.

Vansh nodded sympathetically but pressed on, "And with all this, the Worldwide Businessman Awards are fast approaching. They're crucial for our reputation. Sir, now we have a major deal on the table, and we need to do everything we can to secure it. We have to snatch it up before it slips from our grasp."

Sashwat leaned back in his chair, pinching the bridge of his nose. "You're right, but this deal... it's bigger than any I've managed before. I can't afford to let distractions derail me, even though it feels impossible to keep my mind focused," he lamented.

"Then let's channel that energy into this deal, Sir," Vansh suggested, trying to steer Sashwat's focus back to the pressing matters at hand. "You know how important this is for the company. Your performance is critical. You can't afford to be weakened by personal matters."

With a deep sigh, Sashwat straightened up, determination resurfacing in his eyes. "Fine. We'll push forward. But I swear, Vansh, I won't rest until I uncover the truth about her disappearance. No matter what it takes, I will find Ruhani. And I will ensure that we dominate this deal at the awards."

Vansh nodded, sensing the shift in Sashwat's resolve. "Exactly, Sir. We will keep searching for Ruhani and the Sleeping Lioness while we focus on this opportunity. Let's get to work and make sure they see what we're capable of!"

Sashwat clenched his fists, ready to tackle the challenges ahead. "Let's do it. I'll show them that even in the face of adversity, I can rise to the occasion. And who knows? Maybe I'll find the answers I seek along the way."

In Sandhya's office

In the sleek office space that Sandhya had established as her new domain, her assistant, Meera, scurried about, organizing documents and coordinating schedules. The atmosphere was charged with purpose, but as they discussed strategy, Meera hesitated before addressing Sandhya.

"Ma'am," Meera began, glancing at the stack of proposals in her hands. "If we try, we can take the deal from Raichand Industries within five minutes."

Sandhya turned to face her, a fierce glint in her eyes. "Nooo, I want to make them completely broke!"

Confusion crossed Meera's face as she took a step closer, eager to understand Sandhya's intense motivations. "How will we do that?"

Sandhya leaned forward, her expression resolute. "I want every detail on their ongoing projects-every single project they're handling-and I want that information delivered to me now!"

Meera quickly checked her notes, then looked back with urgency. "Yes, ma'am. They're currently continuing with thirteen projects right now."

Sandhya's lips curled into a smirk, her satisfaction evident. "Good. Snatch every single one of those projects, but leave the big one."

"Why, ma'am? Why are you doing that?" Meera asked, perplexed by the plan unfolding before her.

Sandhya's eyes sparkled with a calculated gleam. "The logic is very simple here. We'll take away every single project, and when the owner of that big project sees it, it'll send a message loud and clear. It's obvious that they won't want to give such a big project to a company that can't even hold on to smaller ones. And after that, the whole Raichand Industries will be left with nothing."

Meera nodded slowly, beginning to catch on to Sandhya's audacious strategy. "So, you're using their reliance on the smaller projects to undermine their position in the market?"

"Exactly! By taking those projects, we'll create doubts in their potential clients' minds," Sandhya explained, her confidence noticeable. "We want to leverage every weakness we can find. It's about more than just the deals; it's about dismantling their reputation brick by brick."

"Understood, ma'am," Meera said, admiration beginning to seep into her voice. "So successfully executing this strategy not only takes away their business but also positions us as a stronger alternative."

"Precisely," Sandhya affirmed, her determination sharpening. "We must show them that we are not to be underestimated. If they can't secure their foundation, that big project will slip right through their fingers. This is the beginning of their downfall."

Meera's eyes sparkled with excitement as she felt the intensity of Sandhya's vision. "Let's do it, Ma'am! I'll gather the information and get to work immediately."

"Good," Sandhya replied, firing up with an unyielding resolve. "Let them think they're safe while we quietly take everything from under their noses. This is our time to shine, and I won't stop until Raichand Industries knows they've underestimated the Sleeping Lioness."

Her assistant asked " When should I schedule the meetings mam ?"

Sandhya " Tomorrow only as the awards function is close"

With that, Sandhya returned to her tasks with renewed vigor, ready to execute her meticulously crafted scheme, feeling invigorated by her vision of vengeance-and the power of reclaiming her life.

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Quite an emotional chapter...

𝕤ᴏ ᴄᴜᴛɪᴇ𝕤. ᴛʜɪ𝕤 ᴡᴀ𝕤 ᴛʜᴇ twenty seventh cʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ. ᴅʀᴏᴘ 𝕤ᴏᴍᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇʟʏ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛ𝕤 ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴍʏ 𝕤ᴛᴏʀʏ. ɪ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜɪ𝕤 ᴘᴀʀᴛ. ᴘʟᴇᴀ𝕤ᴇ 𝕤ʜᴀʀᴇ ɪᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅ𝕤 ᴀɴᴅ ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ. ᴀʟ𝕤ᴏ ᴀᴅᴅ ᴛʜɪ𝕤 𝕤ᴛᴏʀʏ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟɪʙʀᴀʀʏ. ʜᴏᴘᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜ 𝕤ᴏᴏɴ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇ𝕩ᴛ ᴘᴀʀᴛ. ᴛɪʟʟ ᴛʜᴇɴ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ☺☺.

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