FF: Ankahee | Completed - Page 17

Madhu had walked home from RK's party. She had let tears flow freely as she walked the dark streets, hoping the pain would immerse her and bring her face to face with the new reality of her life.

Which meant nothing.

Which had nobody.

Which didn't even have space for anybody else to come - she had nothing left to give.

There were only the stolen memories and the constant pain of the love in her heart. She had set RK free, but she knew she was going to be captive to that pain forever. Nobody could take that away from her. That darkness, that was hers alone and as she had walked home, she had tried to get used to the new paradigm of darkness which was supposed to define her life from now. She had let herself be completely vulnerable to RK and was destroyed, but at least the ruins of the destruction were hers to keep.

But now, RK was back here, already, trampling over those as well. What was she supposed to do now?

Turn RK away? Could she knowingly, intentionally, hurt him like that? Would she be able to survive, knowing that there was something she could do that could take away RK's pain that she wasn't doing? Was she that strong? And what was the point of that strength? Who was she going to show that strength to? Herself? Did she matter? Did she care about her self-worth in her own eyes more than she care about the only man who she had loved more than anything else in the world? Who she still loved and will always love - there was no doubt about that

And was it self-worth or ego that was stopping her? She had always known there was no room for ego in love, so then, if she let RK suffer, would it not be for some sort of a twisted, petty revenge for making her suffer? Did she want revenge?

She loved him, dammit.

But that didn't mean she could go back to him now, could she? The last six days had been hell, and Madhu didn't know how she was alive. She couldn't go back to that again, could she? But now, now that she had let go, could she gamble everything again and let it happen to her again? Would she survive if it happened again? Did it matter?

Then she asked herself, what would she do if her mother was here, asking for forgiveness for the way she treated her? She would jump in her arms in a heartbeat, wouldn't she?

RK looked at Madhu and their eyes met. Madhu saw in RK's eyes guilt, pain and love for her. More importantly, she saw truth. She knew what RK was saying now was the truth, his truth, at least in this moment right now. She knew that no matter how strong she thought she was an hour ago, she wasn't strong enough to breathe watching her Rishabh in that much pain.

And so, she walked straight into RK's arms, even as RK hugged her tightly, unwilling to ever let go.

"I love you Madhu...I really really love you. I am so sorry." RK mumbled. Madhu said nothing, nothing at all, just silently hid her face in RK's chest.

Destiny recognized that Madhu's silence was a challenge. Not to RK, but to destiny itself. I am here, I am vulnerable.

Destroy me a second time, if you can.