I didn't tell it in before chapter, but now I will tell. The thing is since most you liked all the covers, I will be using all. Will change the cover from time to time. Hope you will like it too that way. That's it.

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Rohan Sarthak's POV:

The whole room, which was no less than a battlefield an hour ago, was now filled with tranquility. As soon as Ajay finished telling me what all had happened with Tanvi, I collapsed on the floor. My legs were unable to bear the weigh of the situation. 

"Had you told me once, have you spoken to me once, just once, all this wouldn't have happened Rohan. At least we would have sorted out everything," Ajay said. 

Was it my mistake that I didn't tell him or anyone? I wondered. I want to justify myself. Why I did hide it, you ask? It's because of my insecurities. What if she hadn't remembered me? What if she remembered me but wouldn't have acknowledged me? What if she would blame me? What if she would ask me to never come before her again? and apart from all these, What if she would have disappeared again?

I heard Ajay sigh, and I lifted my head to see what he was doing. Before I could perceive his movement, he jerked me up and pushed me to the wall.

Ajay held the collar of my shirt in a firm grip, that my whole body was getting crushed against the wall behind me.

"Speak out, Rohan. Cat caught your tongue?" Ajay gritted his teeth. 

Since the moment Ajay spilled out the truth, I remained numb. No word or any emotion was not coming from me. I listened to every word and felt like it was happening right before my eyes. 

I was unable to think of anything other than Tanvi. Never in these two years have I tried to understand the situation from her perspective, not even for a second. I always blamed her for my pain, my heartache, my disturbed life, and for what not everything, but never I spared a thought about Tanvi's feelings. Heck, till yesterday, I hated her. 

But now, realizing her situation was making me shiver. How scared she must have been! How vulnerable she must have been! How pitiable she must have been!

"Don't tell me now that you are feeling sad and regretful?" Ajay shook me harshly, which bought me back to the present. 

I looked at him straight in his eyes. His face softened when he saw the misery and the inner turmoil I was struggling within my self, which reflected in my eyes. He loosened his grip on my collar and stepped back. "You should have been more thoughtful earlier instead regretting now. As the saying goes, 'No use crying over the spilled milk' So don't feel bad now."

Saying this he left the room, leaving me in my own misery. I sat on the bed and placed my head in between my palms. Whatever Ajay said was playing in my ears again and again.

"She is considering herself as a cheater. A cheater who you cheated you." 

All this time, even I thought the same way, She is a cheater, but now, the guilt was killing me. Not just guilt, there was something else that was choking my inner self, my heart. 

And apart from all this, she still remembers me, she remembers this day. I don't know whether I should be happy or sad because of this. Happy because I am still engraved in her memories, so much that she rejected my friend, who is the perfect man in all senses.

And sad that she had been suffering like me only, or worse than me. At least, I used blame her, vent out my anger at her, bad mouthed her and did many unforgivable mistakes, but for her, she blamed herself only. She started loathing herself, even named herself as cheater and believed it all. 

Breaking my chain of thoughts, my phone buzzed. It was my Dad's call. It had been two days since I last talked to him.    

"Sarthak?" he said me. His voice is filled with worry. Don't know why, but when he called me Sarthak, it felt weird after so long. My father understood my rage, and abided by my stupid clause, and never called me Rohan again. 

"Yes, Dad." My voice quivered. I didn't want it to happen, but nothing was happening according to my wishes. 

"What happened, son? Are you still thinking about this day?" asked dad. I must tell dad everything, I thought, but I was afraid. What if he would blame me now? 

"Dad... I am thinking...what if she is remembering this day and feels hurt the same way I do?" I asked him. I wanted to know what I should do next. Should I reveal myself or what exactly should I do?

"Why are you asking this all of a sudden?" Dad asked worriedly. He knew that this was my weak spot.

"Forget it, Dad. Am not well. What about you?" I changed the topic, not wanting to share all this mess with him. What can he do?

"I am fine, son. But you know, right? You can share anything with me. So, if there is something bothering you, then let me know,"

"I am off, Dad. I will....talk to you later," I said and was about to disconnect the call when I heard him say one thing. 

"No matter who is feeling guilty now, nothing and no one can change the past. And it's in both your hands now whether you want to understand one another or just live the life the way it is going on. That's it son. Take care."

Saying this he disconnected the call. Understand one another? Will she understand me? It took me years to understand her point of view, and will she be able to forgive me?

'What is happening in our lives?' I thought and pulled my hair in frustration. First, she came into my life, made it beautiful, then ignored me and then she asked me to not talk to her, and now she was feeling guilty for doing this for me.

But all this doesn't change the past deeds. She is the only one culpable for her actions. I am sure she doesn't have any feelings for me. I am just a wrong number for her. But now, I am aware that we both caused pain for one another. She doesn't have any feelings for me except regret.

'Then what about your feelings?' asked my conscience. My feelings never mattered, I finally concluded. 

But I am determined about one thing, I will never hurt her or humiliate her. Let our lives go on the way it is right now.

* * * *

Two days passed by, and everything remained the same. 

After our rift, I couldn't look up into Ajay's eyes. Shame. Maybe that is the thing that is eating me alive. Currently, I have locked myself up in my room again. I haven't gone anywhere, except to canteen, that too only when Ajay went there, I went after him, so that he would to talk to me. But he did not even bother about me. Even he isn't going to college. Man! I am scared. If things go on this way, I will definitely turn into a dumb fellow. I might even forget how to talk.

It's currently drizzling now. It had poured heavily yesterday too, which is very uncommon in month of February. The day before, it was bright sunny day, but from yesterday, the whole climate had changed in one day just like my life.

Why? Why me? I kept asking myself this question for an eternity. Why does everything happen to me? First, mom left me, then she came in, but even she left me too. I left Dad, and now, Ajay will leave me too. Why?

"R.S?" I heard a faint whisper, and I was bought back to reality, when I saw him beside me, standing next to the study table where I am sitting on the chair. 

I gaped at him, astonished. He called me. He was near me. He called me. I kept staring at him, not even blinking my eyes. Then, he placed his hand on my shoulder and pushed me slightly. Then I confirmed. He was indeed there.

"You idiot! What happened?" he asked me. 

I shook my head frantically in all sides, and he understood that I lost my mind.

"I am sorry," he said after a moment of silence and continued, "I have known you all these years, how much you suffered, but I became crazy because of my anger. I am sorry for not understanding you."

I finally lifted my head up and faced him. He was both sorry and angry. But he was genuine about his emotions, unlike me. He wasn't hiding anything.

"I am sorry too," I murmured. I know I am the person who has to apologize to everyone, especially to Ajay. As he had said, had I told him the truth, he wouldn't have been involved in all this mess.

"Are you really sorry?" Ajay asked me with a stern expression.

I looked at him and nodded my head. Yes, I am sorry. How should I make him believe me? I don't care about the rest of the world. Not even Tanvi, but his forgiveness means life to me.

He stepped back and brought his phone to me, "If you are really sorry, then call her tell the truth."

What? Tell her the truth? Why is he asking this?

"Ajay, anything apart from this. I am not.... not ready to face her. Not... now. At least not now Ajay," I said shakily.

"Either you do it, or I will," Ajay threatened me, showing me the phone. I stared at him, shocked. He was bloody blackmailing me. Again, my rage overpowered me. I stood up from my chair and reached out to his phone. 

But he backed away, and I saw him scrolling to her number before pressing the call button and stepping back with an evil grin on his face while my face was turning pale with every passing ring. 

I ran after him, and he, too, ran away from me. We chasing each other like kids, where he had taken my doll away from me, and I was trying to get it back from him. When I was about to reach his phone, the call got disconnected because she didn't answer it. I stopped in my tracks and sighed in relief. By that time, we were panting really hard. 

Catching me off guard, he dialed her number again. This time, he tried to jump off the bed and attempted to run outside the room. But I grabbed his leg and pulled him back and got on top of him. 

He stretched his left hand far from my reach, in which he is holding the phone, while with the other hand, he pushed my hands down. Unfortunately, even he is of same height and personality as me, and dodged all my attempts in getting the phone from his grasp. 

This time, the call was connected, and I halted all my efforts. My heart was racing like a horse on a track. Ajay also stopped all his movements and put the speaker mode on. 

"Hello," came an unknown voice. This was not Tanvi's voice. I can never forget her voice ever in my life. But this voice tone doesn't sound good either. There was tension and worry laced in the tone.

"Jiya?" Ajay asked. He seems to know who she was. 

"Ajay...." And we both heard her small wail. She was crying. What happened to them?

"Jiya? Are you ok? What happened? Why are you crying?" Ajay asked. He started wriggling under me. Then, I realized the position we were in. I was on top of him, and he is under me. It was such an awkward position to be in.

"Ajay, we are in hospital. Tanvi had an accident...."

And the world stopped rotating for me.        

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