Vaidehi's POV:-

I woke up with a blush still painted on my skin.

His scent lingered on my clothes, his name on my lips..

Last night… was wild, beautiful, chaotic.

It felt like love. Like something real.

I smiled as I checked my phone.

No message.

Maybe he’s busy. Maybe still asleep.

Hours passed. No text. No call.

Something inside me sank.

At noon, I finally saw his message

------ (“We need to talk. Meet me in the parking.”)

A chill ran down my spine. Something felt wrong.

I reached, heart racing, pulse louder than my steps.

He stood leaning against his car — same suit, same eyes, but not the same Yashvardhan..

His jaw was tense. His gaze… distant.

“Yash?” I whispered.

He didn’t reply. Just looked away for a moment, then met my eyes like he was about to crush a glass rose.

“Vaidehi,” he said. “Last night was a mistake.”

The ground beneath me cracked.

“What… what do you mean?”

He exhaled sharply. Cold. Controlled.

“I shouldn’t have let it happen. I shouldn’t have touched you.
I shouldn't have to took your virginity

You're too young, too… soft for someone like me.”

“But you said—” I took a step forward.

“I say many things,”

he cut me off, voice sharper now.

“It doesn’t mean I meant them.”

My world collapsed.

“I gave you everything…” I choked.

He didn’t flinch.
“Then you were a fool.”

My chest burned. Eyes blurred.
He turned to leave.

“This can’t be it,” I cried.
Aap Mujhe Nai Chor Sakte please Yashh Ruk jaiye...

But he didn’t look back.
Not once.

And just like that… my Albatross didn’t fly..

He fell — taking every piece of me with him..

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Yashvardhan’s POV:-

She looked at me like I’d torn the sky apart.
And I had.
Because I had no choice but to become the villain in the story she wrote with love...

I saw her trembling hands, her wide, tear-glass eyes.
But I couldn’t stop.
Because if I held her again, even for a second, I’d shatter too.

“I say many things. Doesn’t mean I meant them.”

The lie felt like glass in my throat.
But I swallowed it whole.
Because it had to end.

For her.
For me.
For the chaos my mother was brewing behind closed doors.

Yes, she threatened me.
Manipulated me.
Told me that if I didn’t marry the girl she chose, she’d ruin Vaidehi — drag her name through dust, tear her reputation to shreds.

And I knew she’d do it.

So, I took the hit.
I let Vaidehi think I used her.
Let her hate me.

It was better than watching her get destroyed in my war.

But God, the way she looked at me...
Like I murdered her dreams.
Like I killed her belief in love.

I did.

And I’d pay for it. Every single day.

Because the girl I left in that parking
She wasn’t just a fling.
She was my beginning.
And now, she was my punishment

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Vaidehi’s POV:

I hadn’t stepped out of my room in two days.
The world outside didn’t exist.
Only the hollow inside me did.

I pressed my diary to my chest—the one filled with dreams.
With his name.
With the word “Albatross,” written a thousand times like a spell.

A love that felt like flight…
Now felt like falling without wings.

I didn’t cry much.
Because the pain was beyond tears.
It was silent. Numb. Deep.

My family noticed. Papa knocked gently.

“Beta, sab theek hai?”

I smiled a broken smile.
“Haan, sab theek hai.”

But it wasn’t.

Because the boy I trusted…
The man I loved…
Destroyed me like I never mattered.

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Yashvardhan’s POV:-

The ring felt heavier than any bullet I’d ever taken.

I sat in a luxury hall, dressed in sherwani, surrounded by people clapping, smiling—celebrating my engagement to a girl I barely knew.

My mother beamed beside me.
Her victory sparkled louder than the diamonds on my wrist.

I couldn’t breathe.

Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Vaidehi.
Her tears. Her tremble. Her innocence.

Her last kiss…
Still lived on my lips.

She didn’t deserve this.
She didn’t deserve me.

But the devil doesn’t get to love angels.
He only gets to watch them burn from afar.