"Thanks," her voice is hoarse and she flinches from the sound of it.
Vidushi feels immeasurably tired. Tired of her heart, tired of her mind, tired of the relentless storm they seem to feed inside her.
And tired of the word thanks.
"Thanks, mujhe phirse bachane ke liye."
She doesn't know how she does it but she looks straight into Parth's eyes as she says this. Looking at him in the afternoon sun should hurt her, make her ache somewhere inside her chest, but she's so tired she can't even get her heart to feel.
"Vidushi I know mujhe interfere nahin karna chahiye tha. But tum maane ko tayaar hi nahi thi. Varun is a bad guy aur who tumhe kabhi bhi khush nahin rakh pata," Parth spoke; an apology laced in his words somewhere but completely lost in translation.
Vidushi stares a beat longer at Parth and then can't help herself. She laughs.
"Varun bura ladka tha, bura ladka hai, aur bura rahega," she starts, "lekin tum yeh kabhi bhi understand nahi kar paoge, ke uske saath woh jhoote lamhe mere liye kitne important the."
Parth's confusion blinds him to the dull light in Vidushi's eyes, and to the way her hands grip her phone because she needs to hold onto something, anything.
He feels her sigh more than he hears it, it reverberates around him in a defeated air and suddenly he sees her with clarity. Her shaking shoulders, her tired eyes, her ruined hair, her unkempt appearance.
"I mean," and this time he flinches from the sound of her voice, "un jhoote lamhon ke sahaare toh mein jeeti hoon."
Him telling her feels differently about her and then trying her up, kissing her whilst drunk believing she's Arpita, saving her and rebuking her in the same breath.
Memories cut into Parth with the weight of her words and he thinks he should clarify but he doesn't know what to say.
Vidushi shifts her weight to one leg and swivels her bangs out of her face. She doesn't make any move to touch Parth, instead she clutches her phone tighter than before.
"So thanks, for saving me. Again."
His tongue feels swollen in his mouth and he doesn't know how to handle this Vidushi. Who isn't looking at him in adoration, or fury or feeling. She's looking at him in defeat and he doesn't know how to fix this, he doesn't know how to fix her.
The corner of her lips lift and her smile is so dead he thinks to rattle her by the shoulders.
"Goodnight Parth."
Vidushi walks past him and he turns to watch her go, sure that she'll look back at him as she always does.
She doesn't.
A/N: Hey everyone! I'm an extremely silent reader in this forum but with the way things have been going for Vidarth on the show, I was compelled to write something. I hope you enjoy!
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