Bewafa = Betrayer

Siddharth's face contorted in frustration, his voice laced with exasperation. "What the hell, Karan!? How can you be so careless!?"

Karan's eyes widened in defense, his hands raised in protest. "Woah, Siddharth , what did I do? I'm just trying to help."

Siddharth's irritation boiled over, his words spilling out in a torrent. "You left the keys in the car, and it was unlocked! What were you thinking? That's not just careless. It's reckless!"

Karan rubbed his head, his expression sheepish. "Ohh... Sorry, I wasn't thinking. I was so worried about Rudraksh that I didn't notice."

Siddharth's anger turned to despair, his shoulder slumping in defeat. "Great, just great. Now, what are we supposed to do?"

Karan's face lit up with hope. "But, what's the problem? We can use your car."

Siddharth's kick sent a nearby stone flying, his frustration finding a new target. "My car is in service, Karan! It's been in the shop for two days!"

Karan's eyes dropped, his hope deflating. "Oh no... I didn't think of that."

The two friends stood there, their helplessness hanging in the air like a challenge. They knew they had to act fast, but without a car, they were stuck. And, Rudraksh, in his fragile state, was speeding further away by minutes.

Siddharth grasped karan's hand, his grip tight with urgency, and started dragging him along. "C'mon, Karan! We can't just stand here. We need to follow him, make sure he's okay."

Karan stumbled after Siddharth, his eyes widened in concern. "But how? We can't just run after him."

Siddharth's face set in determination. "We'll find a way. We'll get an auto or taxi or something. We can't just let him go off on his own like this."

As they ran hurriedly down the street, Siddharth's anxiety grew. What if Rudraksh did something reckless? What if he hurt himself? The thoughts swirled in his mind like a flood, propelling him forward.

Karan kept pace behind him, his breath coming in short gasp. "Siddharth, slow down. We'll find him, I'm sure."

But Siddharth couldn't slow down. He had to keep moving, had to catch up to Rudraksh, before it was too late. His heart pounded in his chest, his senses on high alert, as he scanned the crowded street for a glimpse of Karan's car, or Rudraksh's familiar figure.

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As the evening sun dripped into the horizon, casting a warm orange glow over the beach. Siddharth and Karan finally arrived, exhausted and breathless. Their eyes scouring the vast expanse of golden sand for a familiar figure. The dawn's warm light casts long shadow, making every lonely Walker seems like a potential mirage. They'd been searching for hours, but there was no sign of him.

Karan's face wash set in determination, his voice laced with annoyance and concern. "Siddharth, if he doesn't listen to us, I'll beat him senseless. What's so special about that... that Sanam Bewafa anyway?"

Siddharth's stifled chuckle cut through the air. "Nice one, Karan! But it's Sanam Grover, not Sanam Bewafa!"

Karan threw up his hands in air, exasperated. "Yeah, yeah, whatever! She's clearly not worth this much trouble."

Siddharth's eyes scanned the beach, his heart racing with worry. "Karan, c'mon, let's just find him first. We can deal with the rest later."

Karan's expressions softened slightly, his voice gentling. "Yeah, you're right. Let just find him."

Their eyes roamed the beach, fueled by a growing sense of unease and a deepening fear of what they might find or not.

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Rudraksh was standing alone at the edge of the sea, his gaze lost in the vast expanse of the horizon. The wind whipped his hair into frenzy, and his clothes fluttered in the breeze. The sound of the wave crashing against the shore, creating a haunted melody, echoing the turmoil within him.

Scattered around him was an empty wine bottle, a sign of his attempts to drown his sorrow. One bottle still clutched in his hand, half-filled with the amber liquid, seemed to be his only solace. The setting sun cast a golden glow on the scene, but his heart remained shrouded in a haunting darkness.

Siddharth and Karan approached him cautiously, calling out his name in unison. "Rudraksh! Rudraksh, buddy, please turn around!" But Rudraksh remained oblivious, his eyes fixed on some distant point, his mind consumed by the ghost of his past.

As they drew closer, Siddharth's voice took on a gentle, coaxing tone. "Rudraksh, come on, man. Let's talk about this. We're here for you." But Rudraksh's silence was deafening, his shoulder hunched in defeat.

Karan's eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched in concern. "Rudraksh, snap out of it, dude! You're scaring us!" But Rudraksh's gaze reained fixed on the horizon, his eyes empty, his soul adrift.

Siddharth's face contorted in worry. His voice was like a plea. "Rudraksh, please... please don't do this. We're your friends, your brothers. We want to help you. Please, let us in, Rudraksh!"

Karan's face twisted in a mix of anger and desperation, his eyes blazing with a fierce intensity. He stormed towards Rudraksh, his fists clenched, his movements filled by a sense of helplessness. Without warning, he unleashed a flurry of punches, striking Rudraksh twice with a resounding thud.

The first punch landed on Rudraksh's jaw, sending his head snapping to the side, his eyes widening in shock. The second punch caught him in the chest, knocking the wind out of him, leaving him gasping for breath.

Siddharth's eyes went wide in horror, his voice ringing out in protest. "Karan, no! Stop!" But Karan's anger has reached a boiling point, his frustration and worry for Rudraksh's well-being exploiting in a violent outburst.

Rudraksh stumbled backward, his eyes flashing with a mix of pain and anger, his face reddening from the impact. The half-filled wine bottle slipped away from his grasp, scattering on the rock below.

Rudraksh's eyes narrowed, his gaze flashing with anger as he struggled to his feet, his fists clenched. "What was that for, Karan?" He spat, his voice low and menacing.

Karan's face twisted in a mix of guilt and defiance. "You're not listening to us, Rudraksh! You're not hearing us out!"

Siddharth steeped between them, his hands raised and voice calm. "Hey, hey! Let's not do this. We're here to help, Rudraksh."

But Rudraksh didn't seem to listen to any of them as he pushed Karan but not so hard. "Help!? You call this help!? Do you think punching me is going to fix everything!?"

Karan took a step back, his eyes drooping, his voice barely above a whisper. "I just wanted to snap you out of it, Rudraksh. I didn't mean to hurt you."

Rudraksh's laughter was harsh, mocking. "Snap me out of it? Do you think I'm in some kind of trance? I'm perfectly aware of what's going on, Karan. I'm aware of how much I've lost."

Karan's eyes blazed with fierce intensity, his voice dripping with sarcasm and venom. "Aware? Are you sure, Rudraksh Maurya? Because, for the past six months, you've been wandering like a bloody Devdas, oblivious to everything and everyone around you. Your family is worried sick, your work is suffering, your friends are at their wit's end. But, hey, you're aware, right?"

His sarcastic tone took a frustrated note, as he continued despite Rudraksh's angry face. "You're aware of your own heartbreak! You're aware of that girl who betrayed you! You're aware of your own pain, but not of the pain you're causing others!"

Rudraksh's face twisted in a mix of anger and shame, his eyes flashing with defensiveness. But Karan didn't stop, his words pouring out like a torrent. "If not us, at least think about your father. He has put his trust in you, Rudraksh. Don't let him down with your this attitude. Think about those people whose families' upbringing is dependent on yours every step. And your carelessness is destroying everything."

Karan held his arms firmly, shaking him like a fluttering leaf in frustration. "We're losing deals, Rudraksh! Investors and employees are losing their trust in us! We're working our butts off to keep everything afloat, and you're just... you're just crying over a double-crosser bitch!!"

Siddharth's eyes widened in horror, his voice ringing out in protest. "Karan, that's enough!"

But, karan's anger was like a boiling lava, not ready to stop. "No, Siddharth! it's not enough! Someone needs to tell him the truth! Someone needs to knock some sense in him!"

Rudraksh's jaw trembled with rage, his eyes blazing red. He lunged at Karan, grasping his collar and spinning him around. "Mind your language, Karan!" he growled, his voice low and menacing.

Karan's face twisted in anger, his eyes flashing with defiance. He wrenched Rudraksh's grip loose and shoved him hard, sending Rudraksh crashing into the rocks.

"You're still blinded by your love for her!" Karan spat, his voice venomous. "She's not coming back, Rudraksh!"

Rudraksh sprang to his feet, his fists clenched. "Shut up, Karan! You don't know anything!"

Karan took a step closer, his voice rising. "I know she destroyed you! I know she ripped your heart apart! And still, you're holding on to her!"

Siddarth's eyes widened in horror as the tension between the two friends reached a boiling point. He took a step forward, instinctively wanting to intervene, but hesitated. "Rudraksh needs to face this," he muttered to himself, his eyes locked on the unfolding scene. He stood frozen, his hands folded against his chest as he watched the confrontation with a mix of concern and helplessness.

Rudraksh's face contorted in anguish. "You don't understand... she's... she's the reason I breathe."

"Arghhhh...!!" Karan's frustration echoed through the silent twilight, bouncing off the surrounding darkness. He clutched his hair, his face contorted in exasperation, and grasped Rudraksh's arms. "You breathe because of her!" He shook Rudraksh firmly, his voice rising. "What is she, an oxygen cylinder!?"

Siddharth's eyes narrowed, his lips twisting in irritation. He let his hands fall slack by his sides, exhaling a deep breath. Running a hand through his hair, he shook his head, his expression a mix of frustration and concern.

Karan inhaled deeply and tried to make him understand calmly. "Listen to me, Rudraksh. You're destroying yourself over someone who doesn't deserve you. You're throwing away your life, your family, your friends, your business... all for someone who left you without a second glance."

Rudraksh's voice trembled as he tried to comfort himself. "She loved me. I know she loved me. She must have had her reasons." But, the words sounded hollow, even to his own ears.

Karan's expression twisted in annoyance, his eyes rolling heavenward. He pushed Rudraksh slightly, his frustration boiling over. "You know, Siddharth, even a fool would have understood my points by now, but this... this creature won't get it!"

With a sudden burst of anger, Karan kicked hard at the water, sending droplets flying everywhere. He shook Rudraksh violently, his grip tightening like a vice. "For fuck's sake, Rudraksh!" he exploded. "She left you! She betrayed you! She never loved you! She used you, and you're still clinging to that lie! Can't you see the truth?! Can't you understand that she's gone, and she's never coming back?! Why are you still holding on?! Why can't you get this simple thing, you fuc-"

"Enough, Karan!" Siddharth stormed towards them, his voice firm and authoritative. He grasped Karan's wrists, loosening his grip on Rudraksh. "You're making things worse than they already are!" He shot Karan a warning glance. "Move."

Karan's expression darkened, his eyes blazing with anger. He shifted his weight, his movements tense, and turned to storm away from them. His jaw clenched in frustration, the muscles in his face rigid with suppressed rage.

Siddharth shook his head, his expression softening as he turned to face Rudraksh. He held Rudraksh at arm's length, his voice a gentle contrast to his earlier outburst. "Rudraksh, listen to me. I know it's hard to accept, but Karan is trying to make you see reason. Think about it practically, okay."

Rudraksh's puffy, tear-stained eyes locked onto Siddharth's, filled with a deep sadness.

Siddharth's voice remained gentle but firm, his words measured. "If Sanam had truly loved you, would she have left you without any explanation? Would she have broken your trust like that?" He paused, letting the question hang in the air, as he searched Rudraksh's face for any sign of understanding.

Rudraksh's lips trembled, his voice barely above a whisper. "She had her reasons..."

Siddharth nodded sympathetically. "Maybe she did. But don't you think you deserve someone who'll communicate with you? Who'll work through problems with you? Not someone who'll just leave you hanging, without a word?"

Rudraksh's glance downward was accompanied by a slump of his shoulders, his entire posture screaming hopelessness.

Siddharth's hand came to rest on Rudraksh's shoulder, a gentle, comforting weight. "We're not asking you to erase her from your memory. That's impossible. We're asking you to see that you deserve better. You deserve someone who'll love you truly, not just use you for their own gain." His voice was soft but firm, a steady anchor in the turbulent sea of Rudraksh's emotions.

Rudraksh's voice cracked as he whispered, "But, it's hard..." The words hovered in the air like a fragile plea, a desperate admission of the pain ravaging his heart.

Siddharth's expression softened, and compassion flooded his eyes. He offered a gentle smile, his voice a soothing balm. "I understand. I understand it's hard. But you have to stop destroying yourself, bit by bit, piece by piece."

Rudraksh's gaze sank, his entire being overwhelmed by the sheer force of his anguish. His legs trembled, and he crumpled to his knees on the sand, concealing his face in his hands. His body shook with silent sobs, the sound of his despair echoing through the night.

Karan's expression transformed, witnessing his friend's heart-wrenching state, his eyes shining with a heartfelt apology.

Siddharth's kneeled down to his level, his words measured and meaningful. "Life is a masterpiece, Rudraksh, and you are the artist. Don't let someone else's brushstrokes define your work."

Karan nodded in agreement, "You're worth so much more than this, Rudraksh. We're here for you, always. But you need to start being here for yourself, too."

Rudraksh's face contorted, his body shuddering as he struggled to contain his emotions. Siddharth's words had struck a chord deep within him, a spark of recognition that he couldn't ignore.

With a sob, Rudraksh worried his face in his hands, his body wrecked with sobs. Siddharth and Karan enveloped him in a tight hug, holding him close as he finally allowed himself to break down, to release the pent-up emotions that had been suffocating him.

As they held him, the sound of the waves crashing against the shore seemed to fade into the background, replaced by the sounds of Rudraksh's heart, slowly, tentatively, beginning to heal.