The rain did not stop.
By the time Kajol reached the main road, the sky had completely surrendered. Water blurred the streetlights into golden smudges. Rickshaws splashed past. Horns echoed faintly through the downpour.
She didn’t feel any of it.
She reached her car, unlocked it with trembling fingers, and slid into the driver’s seat.
For a moment, there was silence.
Just the sound of rain hammering against the windshield.
Her hands were still on the steering wheel when it hit her.
The crack.
Not in the sky.
Inside her chest.
Her breath shortened.
Too fast.
Too shallow.
No.
Not here.
She tried to inhale deeply — once, twice — but her lungs felt like they were shrinking. Her fingers went cold. The edges of her vision blurred.
The words replayed.
Yes.
“That’s exactly why I can’t.”
She pressed her forehead against the steering wheel.
Why does loving you feel like losing you?
Her chest tightened further, a sharp, suffocating pressure building. Her heart was racing like it was trying to outrun something.
She fumbled for the door handle.
The rain swallowed her instantly.
She stepped out, leaving the car in the middle of the road — engine still on, headlights cutting through the storm.
Someone honked angrily behind her.
She didn’t care.
The rain soaked her within seconds. Hair plastered to her face. Kurta clinging to her skin. Cold water sliding down her spine.
She walked blindly to the side of the road, then stopped.
And it came.
The anxiety attack gripped her whole body.
Her breathing turned ragged. She clutched her chest, bending slightly as if trying to physically hold herself together.
“I’m fine,” she whispered to no one. “I’m fine.”
But she wasn’t.
Her mind flooded.
Hospital lights.
His eyes avoiding hers.
The way he stepped back.
The way he said yes.
She let out a broken sound — half sob, half gasp — and the tears finally spilled.
They mixed with the rain instantly, indistinguishable.
No one passing by would know she was crying.
Maybe that’s why she didn’t hide it.
She cried like something inside her had shattered beyond repair.
Not soft tears.
Not silent ones.
Ugly, shaking, breathless sobs.
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SRKajol...The names meant to be together
FanfictionSrk and Kajol are best on screen couple.Those who have seen them must have wished once in their lifetime to see them as real couple, not in reel life but real life. This is a fan fiction in which I have tried to fulfill this dream. Yes, I have show...
