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I KNOW THE TARGET IS YET TO BE COMPLETED BUT STILL HERE I AM WITH THE UPDATE AND NO TARGET FOR THIS CHAPTER CAUSE ITS THE LAST CHAPTER AND I WANT TO SEE HOW MUCH YOU ALL CAN GIVE YOUR LOVE TO THIS STORY!❤️
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“Stop suffocating me, Tarun!”
The words echoed, louder than the crowd, louder than the distant cheers still ringing from the stadium.
For the first time that evening, Tarun felt breathless—not from the game, not from exhaustion, but from something much worse.
His hand, which had instinctively reached for hers, hovered for a second before curling into a tight fist. His jaw clenched, his throat dry, and for the first time in a long while, Tarun Sharma didn’t know what to say.
A sharp, bitter chuckle escaped his lips. He took a slow step toward her, his voice dangerously low.
“Tara… ye kaisa mazak hai?”(Tara… what kind of joke is this?)
But she didn’t respond.
Didn’t even look at him.
Her silence was like a slap across his face, stinging worse than any insult she could’ve thrown at him.
Tarun’s stomach twisted. Something was wrong—very, very wrong.
This wasn’t Tara.
This wasn’t them.
And then—she turned away.
His heart dropped.
She was walking away. Just like that.
No explanation. No hesitation.
Panic surged through him, overriding every other emotion.
He wouldn’t let her go like this. Not without an answer.
“Tara!” His voice was sharper now, edged with desperation as he took a step forward.
She didn’t stop.
Tarun’s breath hitched. Without thinking, he started after her.
His legs moved on their own, pushing through the crowd, dodging students still celebrating. He didn’t care who was watching, didn’t care that people were whispering.
He only cared about reaching her.
“Tara, stop!” His voice was louder this time, firm, commanding.
And finally—she did.
They had reached the edge of the ground, away from the noise, away from the crowd.
Tara turned around slowly, arms crossed over her chest, expression unreadable.
Tarun’s heart pounded as he came to a halt in front of her.
He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself.
“What the hell is going on?”
She looked at him blankly. “What do you mean?”
His brows furrowed, disbelief flashing across his face. “Don’t do that, Tara. Don’t act like you don’t know what I’m talking about.”
Tara sighed, looking away. “I don’t want to talk about this, Tarun.”
“Well, I do,” he snapped, frustration creeping into his voice. “I’ve noticed it for days now. You’re different. Distant. Avoiding me. And now you’re telling me I’m suffocating you? What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
Tara exhaled sharply, rubbing her temple as if she was trying to keep herself from losing her patience. “It means I don’t feel the same way anymore, Tarun.”
His breath caught. “…What?”
She met his gaze, and for the first time, he saw something in her eyes that made his stomach twist.
Indifference.
“I don’t love you.”
The words hit like a sledgehammer.
Tarun’s hands curled into fists at his sides, his entire body stiffening.
His lips parted, but no words came out.
His mind refused to process what he had just heard.
No.
This wasn’t real.
This wasn’t real.
He shook his head slightly, forcing a dry chuckle. “You’re lying.”
Tara’s expression didn’t waver. “No, I’m not.”
“Bullshit.” His voice was low, but there was an unmistakable tremor beneath it. “You’re lying, Tara.”
She sighed again, exasperated. “Tarun, why can’t you just accept it? I—”
“BECAUSE I KNOW YOU!” He burst out, his voice rough with emotion. “I know you, Tara. I know the way you look at me when you think I’m not paying attention. I know the way you get jealous when some other girl talks to me. I know how your voice softens when you say my name—like I mean something to you. And now you’re telling me none of that was real?”
Tara’s jaw tightened. “It was real, Tarun. But it was just… infatuation. That’s all it was.”
His eyes widened. “Infatuation?”
She nodded, forcing her voice to stay even. “I mistook my feelings for love. But now I realize… I don’t find you attractive anymore.”
Silence.
Complete, deafening silence.
Tarun stood frozen, unable to move, unable to react.
He could feel something inside him crack, shatter into pieces.
For a moment, neither of them spoke.
And then—he laughed.
It was a hollow, humorless sound.
He ran a hand through his hair, shaking his head in disbelief. “So that’s it, huh?”
Tara looked away. “I didn’t mean to hurt you, Tarun.”
“No?” He let out another dry chuckle. “You just told me I don’t ‘attract’ you anymore, Tara. What part of that isn’t supposed to hurt?”
She didn’t answer.
Tarun’s breathing was uneven now, his pulse hammering against his skull.
And then—it hit him.
The truth.
A cold, ugly truth he had been too blind to see.
His lips curled into a bitter smile. “It’s not me, is it?”
Tara’s brows furrowed slightly. “What?”
He took a step closer, tilting his head. “It’s not me, Tara. It’s my money.”
Her expression stiffened.
Bingo.
Tarun let out a sharp breath, nodding to himself. “I should’ve seen it. You were fine when I took you to expensive restaurants, when I bought you gifts, when I made sure you had everything you wanted. But suddenly, you don’t ‘feel the same way’ anymore? You want someone who can offer you more, don’t you?”
Tara’s lips parted as if she was about to deny it—but she didn’t.
And that silence was enough.
Tarun swallowed the lump in his throat, his chest tightening.
When he spoke again, his voice was quieter. “I would’ve given you everything, Tara.”
Her eyes flickered—just for a second.
But it was too late.
Tarun exhaled, his jaw tightening. “Guess I was just a fool, huh?”
He took one last look at her—one final, heartbreaking look—before stepping back.
And then—he turned around.
And walked away.
Not looking back.
Not stopping.
Not anymore.
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Tara stood there, frozen, unable to move, unable to breathe, as she watched him walk away. Her vision blurred, the outlines of the world around her smearing together as the weight of what had just happened crashed down on her like an unbearable storm.
Her legs trembled, weak and unsteady, but she made no effort to hold herself up. And the moment he disappeared into the crowd, truly gone from her sight, something inside her shattered beyond repair.
A sharp gasp tore from her lips as her knees buckled, sending her collapsing onto the cold, hard ground beneath her. And then—she broke. Completely. A sob wracked through her, followed by another, and another, until the air around her was filled with the sound of her cries—loud, aching, and gut-wrenching, the kind that came from deep within the soul. Her hands clenched into fists, her nails digging into the dirt, grasping at nothing, as if she could somehow hold onto something solid while her entire world crumbled around her.
She hadn’t wanted this. Had she?she was not having any choice other than to let go of him, to free herself?She was feeling like she has just lost the most precious thing in her life. She was feeling like her heart had been ripped out of her chest, leaving behind nothing but an empty, aching void.The weight of her own choices pressed down on her, suffocating her more than Tarun ever had. She had pushed him away. She had broken him. And now, as she sat there, sobbing into the darkness, she realized with a horrifying clarity—she had broken herself too.
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FEW MONTHS LATER
The world had not stopped moving. The sun still rose every morning, people still laughed, celebrations continued, and life went on.
But for Tara—everything had come to a standstill.
Today was her birthday. A day that once used to be filled with laughter, friends, and surprises. A day when she would be woken up at midnight by a certain someone who would climb up to her balcony just to be the first to wish her.
But today—there was nothing.
Her phone vibrated continuously with birthday wishes. Messages poured in, notifications kept buzzing, and calls kept coming. But she ignored them all.
Her eyes flickered open, heavy with exhaustion. She hadn’t slept well in months. Ever since that day.
Letting out a quiet breath, she turned to her side, staring blankly at the ceiling before finally forcing herself to sit up. The room was dim, the curtains drawn, and everything felt eerily silent.
Without even acknowledging her phone, she dragged herself out of bed and headed straight to the washroom.
Standing under the cold shower, she let the water pour down her body, washing away the numbness that had become a part of her.
She wasn’t the same Tara anymore.
The bubbly, cheerful girl who once filled rooms with laughter had disappeared. In her place was someone distant, someone cold, someone who barely spoke more than a few words.
Her family noticed it. Her friends noticed it. And no matter how many times they asked her what was wrong, she never answered. Because what could she even say? That she had destroyed the only person who had ever loved her? That she had broken his heart with her own hands?
No.
Some truths were too painful to speak.
After changing into a simple Indian outfit, she silently made her way downstairs. The house was still asleep—it was Sunday, after all. It was only 6 AM.
Not wanting to wake anyone, she slipped out of the house and made her way to the society temple.
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The temple was quiet, peaceful. A stark contrast to the storm raging inside her.
Tara stood before the temple’s sacred idol, her hands folded tightly in prayer, her fingers trembling ever so slightly. The dim glow of the temple lamps flickered against her pale skin, casting long shadows on the marble floor. She inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of incense and fresh flowers, but it did little to soothe the storm raging within her.
She didn’t pray for gifts, nor did she wish for happiness. She didn’t even dare to ask for Tarun to return. What right did she have, after all? Instead, she prayed for something far more painful—forgiveness.
She prayed for the weight in her chest to ease, for the suffocating guilt to loosen its grip on her heart. She prayed for the pain she had inflicted on someone who had loved her unconditionally. For the betrayal she had been forced to commit, one that had shattered him beyond repair. For the love she had lost, the love she had thrown away, knowing it could never be hers again.
Her throat tightened as she fought the burning in her eyes. The quiet hum of temple bells echoed around her, a cruel reminder of the peace she no longer deserved. She had sacrificed everything for the sake of her loved ones.
And now, as she stood here, surrounded by the divinity of the temple, she could feel nothing but emptiness.
But deep down, a small part of her—a foolish, hopeful part—still wished that he would call her today. Even though they were no longer together. Even though she had done the unforgivable.
Somewhere in her heart, she still believed that Tarun would remember.
And that tiny belief was the only thing keeping her together.
After finishing her prayers, she walked back home in silence.
She didn’t meet anyone’s eyes.
She didn’t acknowledge the morning greetings from the neighbors.
She simply existed—nothing more, nothing less.
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Once inside her room, she closed the door, leaned against the window, and let out a quiet sigh.
For the first time in months, a small, bittersweet smile crept onto her face as she remembered him.
The way he used to annoy her. The way he used to pull her into surprise hugs. The way he used to make every little moment feel special.
Then—another memory surfaced, piercing through the warmth that had momentarily settled in her chest. It struck like a blade, sharp and unforgiving, unraveling the fragile solace she had dared to feel.
She remembered the last time she saw him. The way he stood before her, shoulders slumped, his breath uneven as if the weight of his own heartbreak was suffocating him. His expression—so raw, so utterly broken—was seared into her mind. His eyes, once filled with light and unspoken promises, had shattered that day, dark pools of anguish swallowing every trace of hope.
His voice. God, his voice. It had cracked when he told her he loved her, trembling with desperation, with a longing that begged her to stay. But she hadn’t. She had turned away. She had walked out, leaving behind nothing but the wreckage of what they once were.
And she had destroyed him.
A single tear traced a path down her cheek, silent yet heavy with regret. She didn’t wipe it away. She didn’t even try. Because this pain—this aching, relentless sorrow—was hers to bear. She deserved every sting, every shard of suffering that came with losing him.
Because she had been the one to let him go.
Flashback: Few months ago
The day everything changed.
She had been called to the principal’s office.
Confused, she had stepped inside, only to see two strangers sitting there—a man and a woman, dressed in expensive clothing, their expressions cold and authoritative.
They weren’t strangers for long.
The principal introduced them as Tarun’s Badi Mummy and Bade Papa.
Her stomach twisted immediately.
The moment she sat down, they wasted no time.
“You will leave Tarun,” the man had said, his voice sharp, cutting through the air like a blade.
Tara had laughed in disbelief. “Excuse me?”
The woman had leaned forward, her eyes filled with something cruel. “You heard him. Stay away from Tarun. Or suffer the consequences”
Tara’s fingers had clenched. “I’m not scared of you.”
The man had smirked, pulling out a photo from his pocket and sliding it across the table.
Tara’s blood ran cold.
It was a picture of her father.
On the ground. His arms and legs had scratches.
Her heart pounded violently. “W—what is this?”
“A warning.”
Her entire body froze.
“This was just a small accident,” the woman said smoothly. “Imagine what would happen if you don’t listen to us next time.”
Tara’s hands shook as she gripped the picture. “You… you did this?”
The man smiled. “Let’s just say we control what happens next.”
She felt sick.
A pure, consuming rage filled her chest, but her fear was greater.
“You can’t do this,” she whispered.
“Oh, but we already have if you didn’t listen to us than it will not take us any second to tell our man to go inside his cabin and to stab him with a knife and don’t try to act smart by telling this to tarun otherwise with your father it will be your mother also than” tarun’s bade papa said while smirking and showing her some video and seeing it Tara’s world collapsed.
Her father—Her everything. She couldn’t risk it. She had no choice. And so, she did what she had to do. She broke Tarun’s heart. She shattered him, knowing that it would destroy her too. She sacrificed their love to save her father.
Flashback Ends
Tara let out a broken sob.No one knew. She never told anyone. Not her friends. Not her family. She bore the weight of this pain alone. Because it was her burden to carry. Even if it destroyed her.
One Hour Later
Her sleep was broken by the sound of her phone ringing. Her eyes snapped open, and her heart stopped when she saw the name flashing on the screen.
Tarun.
With shaking hands, she picked up the video call.“T-Tarun?”
But instead of his voice—she heard shuffling sounds. Loud noises. And then—
“Happy B…irthday… N-no…ori…”
His voice was weak. Her heart pounded in fear. “TARUN?! What’s wrong? Tarun, where are you?!”
And then—his face came into view.
Lying on the cold road. Blood oozing from his head. His breath shaky. His eyes half-closed. And then—
With a soft, painful smile— He closed his eyes. Forever.
Tara’s world shattered.
Her scream pierced through the air.
“TARUN!!”
The screen went black. And then—a stranger’s voice.
“The guy who owns this phone… he’s not breathing”
A pause.
“I’m sorry. He’s no more.”
And just like that—
The phone slipped from Tara’s hands. The ground beneath her disappeared.
And everything faded into darkness.
On the other hand, Tara’s mother had just woken up. She stretched lazily, ready to prepare for the day ahead. It was her daughter’s birthday, after all. A small smile touched her lips as she thought of surprising Tara with her favorite sweets.
But then—
A sound. A loud, gut-wrenching scream. Tara’s mother froze, her hands trembling. It came from Tara’s room.
Panic surged through her veins as she rushed towards the door. She knocked frantically. “Tara?! Beta, kya hua?!” (Tara?! What happened, dear?!)
No response.
She knocked harder. “Tara! Open the door!”
Still nothing.
Fear clutched her heart like a vice. She turned and screamed for her husband and son. “Manav! Suresh ji!! Jaldi aao!!” (Manav! Suresh ji! Come quickly!!)
The urgency in her voice sent chills through the house. Within seconds, Manav and their father sprinted up the stairs, their faces twisted in worry.
“Mom, what happened?!” Manav asked, trying to catch his breath.
“It’s Tara! She’s not answering!” her mother cried, pounding on the door desperately.
Manav’s blood ran cold. “Tara! Open the door!” He banged his fist against the wooden frame.
Silence.
And then—
A thud.
A soft, terrifying thud. Like a body hitting the floor.
Manav’s breath hitched. He exchanged a horrified glance with his father before stepping back, his pulse roaring in his ears. “We have to break the door.”
His father didn’t hesitate.
With all his strength, he kicked it open. The wood splintered, the sound echoing through the house like a gunshot.
And what they saw next—
Shattered them.
Tara lay motionless on the floor, her body limp, her skin ashen. Her phone lay beside her, its screen cracked, as if it had slipped from her grasp at the last moment. Her lips were slightly parted—like she had tried to call for help, to scream, to fight—before the darkness took her.
Her mother’s piercing shriek cut through the silence. “Tara!!”
Manav lunged forward, hands shaking as he grabbed her shoulders. “Tara! Utho!” (Tara! Get up!) His voice broke, raw and frantic.
She didn’t stir.
His father dropped to his knees, pressing trembling fingers to her wrist. His breath hitched, his entire body rigid. Then, in a voice so fragile it barely carried, he whispered, “Her pulse… it’s so weak.”
Tara’s mother crumbled beside her daughter, gripping her lifeless hand. “No, no, no! We need to take her to the hospital! Manav, call an ambulance!”
Manav fumbled for his phone, his fingers numb, his mind barely functioning. His hands shook so violently that he almost dropped it. He pressed the emergency number, his voice cracking. “Please… we need an ambulance! My sister—she’s not breathing properly!”
The operator responded, but the words blurred, lost in the deafening pounding of his heart.
Tara’s father didn’t wait. With a sob tearing from his throat, he scooped her into his arms. She felt so light. Too light. Like she was already slipping away. His tears fell onto her cold face as he staggered toward the door.
The world blurred. Their frantic footsteps echoed in a hollow silence. Sirens wailed in the distance, growing louder, but not fast enough.
Not fast enough.
Tara’s mother clutched her chest, gasping between her sobs.
And then—through the haze of panic and terror—one cruel, unbearable thought clawed its way into her mind.
It was her birthday.
And she might not live to see the rest of it….THE END OF REAL STORY…
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MESSAGE FROM AUTHOR:
“But perhaps… not all love stories need an ending.
Some loves are meant to be written in whispers, in stolen glances, in the spaces between heartbeats. Some are too wild, too raw, too aching to fit into the pages of a fairytale. They exist not to last forever—but to leave a mark, an unspoken truth carved into the soul.
Not everyone is meant to stay. Not every love is meant to be held. And yet, does that make it any less real? Any less beautiful?
No.
Because love—true, earth-shattering love—is not measured by how long it lasts, but by how deeply it is felt.
Even if their story remained unfinished, even if their hearts bled in the absence of what could have been, they loved.And that love, even in its incompleteness, was enough to set the world on fire.
So, as they walked separate paths beneath the same sky, they carried each other in the quiet moments, in the spaces between dreams, in the places only their hearts could reach.
And maybe… just maybe… some love stories don’t need an ending, because they never truly end at all.”
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So finally here comes the end of the real story I know you all are sad after reading this but don’t be cause the part 2 of Happy ending and the fictional ending what I wanted us to have will be posted soon.
So till then stay tuned.
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Miss Sharma ❤️
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