Chapter 9: Delhi Moves On

I checked the time; it was already two in the afternoon. The sun was high, the city noisy and bright. Life moved on, indifferent to heartbreak.

I hadn’t replied or gone to see him for so long. Part of me wanted to call, to hear his voice one last time. But I stayed still, letting the silence grow between us.

If it were before last night, with Rohan’s temper, he’d have called or come to find me himself. He would have shown up at my door, demanding an explanation. But this time, there was only emptiness, the space where love used to be.

But now, nothing happened. No calls, no messages, no grand gestures. Just quiet acceptance. Looks like Kunal already told him what I said.

This man seems gentle and affectionate, but deep down he’s the coldest. It was his gift and his curse—the ability to care deeply, and then walk away as if nothing had happened.

I already broke up with him, and he probably expected it, so he didn’t mind, wouldn’t say more, let alone try to keep me.

I deleted his number, switched off my phone, and stepped out into the Delhi afternoon. Somewhere, far away, a train horn wailed. As the auto rattled through the empty streets, I realized Delhi would never feel quite the same again.