Shadows of a Forgotten Love (A Love Born Late. A Betrayal That Came Too Soon) - Chapter 8 (Second Last)

Chapter 8: A Knock She Never Expected

He had broken her. But some hearts still beat for the ones who hurt them.

Aditi’s New Life

It had been over two months.

The ocean had become her friend — calm, constant, unjudging.

She had rented a small bookstore café job nearby, where no one knew she was Mrs. Aditi Malhotra.
Here, she was just Aditi Sharma again — quiet, kind, reserved.

She had begun to smile more often. Her eyes didn’t water when she heard his name in her mind.
But her heart?
It hadn’t fully let go.
Some wounds scab over slowly.

Meanwhile, in Mumbai…

Aditya had become a shell of the man he once was.

The world still called him a successful businessman. But success means nothing when the person you long to share it with… is gone.

He checked every lead.
Followed every vague clue.
Even hired a private investigator.

And then one day… he found her.

A quiet seaside town.
A bookstore café.
A woman sitting by the window with a paperback and tea — looking like peace in human form.

His peace.

The Knock

That evening, as Aditi was preparing dinner in her small kitchen, someone knocked on the door.

She opened it casually, expecting a delivery —
And froze.

There he stood.

Worn down. Wet with rain. Eyes bloodshot. Hands trembling.
Holding nothing.
Except everything he had never said.

“Aditi,” he whispered. “I found you.”

She didn’t move. Didn’t speak. Her heart was beating so loud she could barely hear anything else.

He continued, voice cracked with guilt:

“I know I don’t deserve to be here. I know I lost every right the day I broke your trust. But I had to see you… one last time. Just to tell you—”

His voice broke.

“—I was a fool. And I loved you. I just didn’t know how to see it… until you were gone.”

Tears brimmed in her eyes.

“Why now?” she asked softly. “Why only after losing me?”

“Because I was chasing a memory. And when you left, I realized the truth.”
“It was never Riya. It was never about the past.”
“It was you. It was always you.”

The Choice

She stepped back, allowing him inside. Quietly. Wordlessly.

They sat facing each other — two people, bound by history, hurt, and something that still lived between them.

He held out the same diary she had once written in.

“You wrote that you were never truly mine.
But the truth is… I was never yours.
Until now.”

Aditi closed her eyes.

She remembered the nights she cried for him.
The mornings she made his tea with love he never saw.
The day she walked out, believing he never cared.

And now he was here — a broken man who had finally learned how to love.

But could she trust again?

Ending Scene of the Chapter

She looked at him — deeply, painfully — and whispered:

“Love isn’t enough, Aditya. Trust is.”

He nodded.

“Then let me earn it back. Not with promises. But with time.”

And for the first time in months, Aditi didn’t cry.

Because hope had knocked.
And though she hadn’t opened her heart yet…
She hadn’t closed the door either.

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