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IT'S NOT OVER Chapter 151
Reyansh and Saarayu sat comfortably in the living room of her family home, the warmth from the fireplace casting a cozy glow around them. The day's events had been a whirlwind of emotions and joy, especially with Avi's reunion with Saarayu. As the night deepened, a comfortable silence settled between them, each lost in their thoughts.Reyansh broke the silence, his voice gentle but tinged with curiosity. "You know, Saarayu, you've been back from your native for a while now, but you still haven't come to meet me."Saarayu looked up, guilt flickering in her eyes. "I'm sorry, Reyansh," she said, her voice sincere. "I was just so busy with family stuff and... other things."Reyansh nodded, understanding but still a little hurt. "I get it. Life gets hectic."Just as she was about to reply, Saarayu's phone rang, interrupting the conversation. She glanced at the caller ID and saw that it was her parents, Vidhur and Haneesha. She answered quickly, her heart racing. "Hello, Amma? Papa?""Saara
IT'S NOT OVER Chapter 152
The Elaborate ActSaarayu and Reyansh were now bound by a mutual understanding-a pretense they hoped would buy Saarayu enough time to convince her parents she wasn't ready for marriage. However, as the days passed, the act became increasingly elaborate, especially as Reyansh's parents became involved.One sunny Saturday morning, Reyansh received a call from his mother, Swati Malhotra. Her voice, cheerful and excited, brought an immediate smile to his face. "Reyansh, beta, why don't you bring Saarayu over for lunch tomorrow?" Swati suggested. "We would love to get to know her better."Reyansh's heart skipped a beat. Introducing Saarayu to his parents was a significant step, even if their relationship was just a facade. He glanced at Saarayu, who was sitting across from him in the kitchen, sipping her coffee and reading through some work papers. He nodded at her, seeking her approval."Sure, Maa," he replied, his voice steady. "We'll be there."After hanging up, he turned to Saarayu, w
IT'S NOT OVER Chapter 153
The Unspoken Hearts Saarayu's SideThe house was unusually quiet as Saarayu stayed back with her parents while Reyansh returned to the city. The warmth of her family home, filled with the familiar smells of her mother's cooking and the comfort of her childhood memories, provided little solace as her mind kept drifting back to Reyansh.Saarayu sat by her bedroom window, gazing out at the garden where she had played as a child. The moonlight bathed the flowers in a soft glow, but her thoughts were far from the tranquil scene. She remembered Reyansh's smile, the way it lit up his entire face and made his eyes sparkle with a warmth that melted her heart."I love him," she whispered to herself, the words feeling both terrifying and liberating. Her love for Reyansh had been growing ever since they started their charade. What had begun as a desperate plea for help had blossomed into something deep and real. Every kind gesture, every reassuring word from Reyansh had only pulled her closer to
IT'S NOT OVER Chapter 154
The Melody of LongingReyansh Malhotra stood backstage, the buzz of the audience filling the air with anticipation. It was his first concert in months, a much-anticipated event for his fans. Yet, as the minutes ticked by, he felt a gnawing emptiness that even the prospect of performing couldn't dispel. His mind was occupied with thoughts of Saarayu.The crew signaled that it was time, and Reyansh took a deep breath, stepping out into the spotlight. The roar of the crowd greeted him, their excitement palpable. He waved, a practiced smile on his face, but inside, his heart ached with a longing he couldn't shake. He approached the microphone, the familiar weight of his guitar resting comfortably against his body."Good evening, everyone!" he called out, his voice strong and steady despite the turmoil within. "It's great to see you all here tonight. Let's make this a night to remember."The band struck up the first chords of his opening song, and Reyansh launched into the performance. His
IT'S NOT OVER Chapter 155
Reyansh stood outside Saarayu’s flat, the key she had given him clutched tightly in his hand. She was out of town for the weekend, visiting her parents, and he had promised to water her plants while she was away. But more than that, he had wanted to spend time in her space, to feel closer to her in her absence.He unlocked the door and stepped inside, the familiar scent of her perfume enveloping him. He glanced around the cozy apartment, noting the tidy living room with its bookshelf filled with medical texts and a few novels, the kitchen where they had shared countless cups of coffee, and the small dining table that doubled as her study space. It was all so quintessentially Saarayu—warm, inviting, and meticulously organized.Reyansh wandered into the living room and sank into the plush armchair by the window, his eyes falling on a leather-bound journal on the coffee table. It was her diary. He knew he shouldn’t invade her privacy, but curiosity gnawed at him. What did she write about
IT'S NOT OVER Chapter 156
The Melody of LongingReyansh Malhotra stood backstage, the buzz of the audience filling the air with anticipation. It was his first concert in months, a much-anticipated event for his fans. Yet, as the minutes ticked by, he felt a gnawing emptiness that even the prospect of performing couldn't dispel. His mind was occupied with thoughts of Saarayu.The crew signaled that it was time, and Reyansh took a deep breath, stepping out into the spotlight. The roar of the crowd greeted him, their excitement palpable. He waved, a practiced smile on his face, but inside, his heart ached with a longing he couldn't shake. He approached the microphone, the familiar weight of his guitar resting comfortably against his body."Good evening, everyone!" he called out, his voice strong and steady despite the turmoil within. "It's great to see you all here tonight. Let's make this a night to remember."The band struck up the first chords of his opening song, and Reyansh launched into the performance. His
IT'S NOT OVER Chapter 157
Reyansh’s curiosity was piqued even further as he turned another page of Saarayu’s diary. The words on the page seemed to dance before his eyes, drawing him deeper into her world.---October 5, 20XXDear Diary,Today was one of the craziest days of my life. I don’t know what came over me, but I decided to follow Dr. Malhotra everywhere he went. I know it sounds insane, but I couldn’t help myself. I just wanted to see what his day was like, to understand him better. And it was amazing.It all started this morning when I saw him leaving the hospital. He looked so serious, so focused. I fell into step behind him, keeping a safe distance. He walked to a nearby café and ordered a coffee. I slipped in behind him and ordered the same thing, just so I could sit close to him and watch. It sounds creepy, I know, but I was fascinated by the way he carried himself. So confident, yet so approachable.After the café, he went to the park. He sat on a bench and pulled out a book. I couldn’t see the
IT'S NOT OVER Chapter 158
Reyansh, his mind swirling with the new understanding of Saarayu’s feelings, took a deep breath and turned another page of her diary. He was eager to uncover more of her thoughts and emotions, to delve deeper into the mind of the woman who had been silently admiring him from afar.Dear Diary,Today was a day I’ll never forget. It was the day I decided to follow Dr. Malhotra to his band rehearsal. I know, it sounds utterly insane, but I had to see him in his element. I had to know what it was like to witness his passion for music up close.I arrived at the studio early and managed to find a spot where I could see everything without being seen. The band started setting up, and soon enough, there he was—Reyansh Malhotra, my idol, my inspiration. He looked so different outside the hospital, so relaxed and at ease. It was a side of him I’d never seen before.The rehearsal started, and the music filled the room. I was completely captivated. Watching him play the guitar, seeing the intensity