14-11-2025, 11:51 AM
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“How could I have ever doubted him?” Priya wonders, but the thought feels strange, foreign.
Her leg is in his lap, the closeness undeniable.
And yet, for once, it doesn’t feel suffocating.
For once, it feels like something that can be forgiven.
She looks at his hand, resting so carefully on her foot, his fingers moving with gentle precision. "He loves me. I know he does. I see it in the way he looks at me, in the way he’s always trying to prove that he cares. It’s always been there."
The thought lingers in her mind, unraveling like a thread. Ravi had apologized so many times, and while those apologies had felt distant at first, now, they feel real, his guilt, his regret, it’s all so genuine.
“He has been nothing but kind to me these past few days. After everything… all he’s wanted is for me to be happy.”
Her breath catches as the memory of his gentle care, the way he looked at her when they were at the renovation site, the way he held her close when they’d walked together, the subtle way he’s been checking in on her, all of it crashes over her.
He’s been trying. Trying so hard to be the person she needed, to make up for the mistakes he made.
Priya swallows, her throat suddenly tight. She shifts her gaze back down at her foot, feeling the warmth of his hands working their way over her skin.
There’s a compassionate tenderness in him now that wasn’t there before. It’s unspoken, but it’s there, woven into his every action.
She wonders, for a fleeting moment, if he’s been this way all along, but she was too wrapped up in her hurt to see it. "Maybe… maybe I’ve been too harsh on him. Maybe I’ve been too focused on my pain to see the bigger picture."
The idea nags at her. What if she’s been judging him too quickly? What if this wasn’t just a man choosing others over her, but a man caught in a moment of weakness, a moment when he was vulnerable to the attention of others?
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