Part 2

Maher POV 

The engagement ceremony was everything I had expected it to be—glittering, over-the-top, and full of forced smiles. But nothing could have prepared me for this.

I was introduced as Isha's sister, and I laughed inwardly at the absurdity of it. How could I be here, in this room full of strangers and forced joy, pretending like everything was fine? I wasn't her sister. I wasn't even supposed to be here. But somehow, I was, and I could barely keep it together.

I kept my eyes low, trying to avoid anyone noticing the storm brewing inside me. Everyone was focused on Rudra and Isha, of course, but the moment I stepped into this room, everything felt wrong. I didn't belong here. I shouldn't even be thinking about him.

But there he was.

Rudra.

Sitting on the couch beside Isha, his face almost completely blank—except for the faint tension in his shoulders. He was here, but it was obvious to me that he didn't want to be. I couldn't blame him. I didn't want to be here either.

I took a deep breath, trying to compose myself, but all I could feel was that growing sense of loss gnawing at my insides. I hadn't expected to see him today, and now that I had, I was suffocating. The sight of him sitting next to Isha, so calm and detached, made my chest tighten. The very man I had once loved was now about to marry her, and I couldn't do anything about it.

Then, almost instinctively, I found myself being pulled toward the dance floor. Maybe it was my way of avoiding the burning gaze in my chest. Maybe it was because I couldn't stand looking at Rudra and Isha together, seeing their future unfold, while I was left in the past—still holding on to something that no longer existed.

The music changed. A familiar beat. Deewani Mastani.

I couldn't help it. The rhythm of the song seemed to reach into the very core of me. Without thinking, I started moving, my body swaying, the movements fluid, almost like they were coming from a place I didn't fully understand.

The words, the emotions, they filled me up. I wasn't just dancing—I was living the pain, every step, every twirl.

I wasn't just dancing for myself. I was dancing for the part of me that had been lost in this whole mess, the part that had once been with him. For the girl who had fallen in love with Rudra when I was young, who had hoped for a future that would never come. I danced as if I could feel the weight of every decision, every silent moment, watching her sister get everything I once thought I would.

I danced with all of that, and my heart was breaking with every move.

But then I heard it.

"Mehar!"

His voice—Rudra's voice—it cut through the music, sharper than I expected.

I stopped in my tracks, surprised, looking around, trying to figure out what was going on. Why was he shouting my name?

I didn't have time to process before, suddenly, he was there. Rudra was on the dance floor, almost rushing toward me, his face a mixture of concern and something else I couldn't read.

Before I could understand what was happening, his hand shot out, grabbing my wrist with a surprising force.

"Move away!" he yelled again, but this time there was panic in his voice.

I didn't understand what was going on. Why was he pulling me like this?

I tried to pull away from him, but it was no use. He was stronger than I thought, and within seconds, I felt myself yanked, spinning in the direction he was pulling me.

Everything seemed to slow down. The room was spinning, the music was blurring in the background, and then—we fell.

I heard the sound of something shattering. The crash of glass, sharp and jarring. For a second, I thought the world had cracked open. My heart skipped a beat, my body was already on the ground, and Rudra was on top of me, both of us tangled together in an awkward heap.

The chandelier above us had fallen.

The sound was deafening, and my brain couldn't quite process it. All I could do was stare up at Rudra, the two of us sprawled out on the floor, the echoes of the broken glass filling the air.

And then everything else seemed to disappear.

For a split second, it was just him and me. Our faces inches apart. His eyes were wide, his breath heavy, and his hand was still gripping mine.

I could feel his heartbeat through his chest, pounding in sync with mine.

Neither of us said anything. Neither of us moved. We just looked at each other.

I should've felt angry, confused, or even humiliated, but in that moment, I just felt... a strange sense of calm. The noise of the party seemed far away now, as if we were in a bubble of our own. And it didn't matter what anyone else thought.

I finally took a breath. He was still staring at me, and for a brief moment, it was like I could see into his soul. Like he understood exactly what I was going through, what this was all about.

But then the moment passed. The concerned voices of guests and family filled the air as they rushed toward us, and I could hear Isha's worried shout in the distance.

"Mehar! Rudra! Are you alright?"

But we didn't answer.

Rudra pulled himself off of me, his face flushed, but there was something else in his eyes now—something I couldn't quite name. I sat up slowly, my hand still shaking from the fall.

I glanced at him once more, and without saying a word, he helped me to my feet. But nothing between us had been resolved.

Not a single thing.

I turned away before he could say anything. I didn't want to hear whatever excuse he had. I didn't need an explanation.

I wasn't here for him anymore.

But as I walked away, I could feel his gaze burning into my back. And for the first time in a long time, I wondered if there was a part of him that hadn't let go either.

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