Trisha inhaled deeply, unwilling to waste any more of her precious time on this. With a decisive click, she ended the call and gracefully exited her bed.
Her terrace welcomed her warmly, bathed in the morning sun’s embrace. Balancing her breakfast on a tray, she stepped outside. Settling into the plush lounge couch, she indulged in her eggs, her mind wandering back to the enchanting events of the previous night.
After the last bite, she gave in to the idea of a quick nap. Just as her eyelids began to droop, a sudden ring of the doorbell disrupted the peace. She waited, hoping the visitor would decide to disappear into the quiet of the day. The doorbell chimed again, more insistent this time, and irritation started to creep in since she wasn’t expecting anyone.
Unexpected Visit from Karan
Slowly, she made her way to the front door, annoyed at the intrusion on her Sunday solitude. Another doorbell ring prompted her to peer through the peephole; her curiosity was piqued. To her astonishment, there stood Karan, grinning and holding a bouquet of roses above his head.
She recalled that he’d never brought her flowers during their time together, except for the bridal bouquet on their wedding day. Now, he was at her doorstep with an unexpected gift.
Staring in disbelief, she remained silent, hoping he’d take the hint and depart. But the doorbell pierced the air once more. Karan’s voice reached her through the door, gentle and pleading.
“Trisha, come on, I know you’re in there.”
With a resigned sigh, she unlatched the door, leaving the chain securely in place. “What is it, Karan?”
A hint of nostalgia flickered in his eyes as he gazed beyond her into the house. “You look tired, Princess, but still beautiful.”
Trisha arched an eyebrow. “Why are you here?”
“I thought I’d surprise you and bring you these.” He displayed the bouquet, hastily acquired from the supermarket. Trisha sighed, skepticism in her eyes.
“It’s the thought that counts,” he added quickly. “Come on, Trisha, please open the door.”
“Karan, go away and leave me alone, please.” She shut the door and peered through the peephole.
Closure and Moving Forward
“Come on, Trisha. Please open the door. I miss you, I miss you.”
Reluctantly, she removed the chain and opened the door. “Karan, don’t make a fool of yourself. It’s over between us. We’ll never have a future together.”
She paused for a moment, her eyes locking onto his. “I was your Princess once, but I’m not anymore. Those days are gone. You had your chance, and you blew it… big time. When you cheated on me, remember? You didn’t think about your princess then, did you? You didn’t think about my feelings, did you? You made me feel worthless.”
Karan’s guilt-ridden eyes pleaded for forgiveness, but she silenced him with a firm tone.
“You know, when I threw you out of the house, I kept asking myself why, why, why? I couldn’t fathom why you treated me that way. We had a wonderful life together—or so I thought. But you didn’t see it that way because of that ….. And now that she’s left you, you think you can come crawling back? It doesn’t work like that, Karan. I felt terrible after our breakup, but not anymore. I realized you have no place in my life. Our journey has ended forever.”