Written Between the Lines - Chapter 11 (Second Last)

 

Chapter 11: Distance, Desires, and a Choice to Stay

Three days.

That’s how long Aditi had stayed away—both physically and emotionally.

She hadn’t left the penthouse, but she moved back into the guest room.
No arguments. No accusations. Just a silence louder than any scream.

Aditya had tried to explain—once. She had quietly listened, nodded, and closed the door.

And since then, they lived under the same roof… as two strangers again.

The World Outside, and the Chaos Within

The media kept buzzing with praise for the power couple.
The board finalized a major international deal.
The market surged.

To the world, everything was perfect.

But inside that house — love was on trial.

Aditya’s Moment of Truth

Late one night, Aditya sat on the balcony, holding an old photo of his mother — the only person who ever saw his vulnerable side.

“You always said power means nothing if you can’t protect the ones you love…”
“And now I’m losing the only person who ever made me feel more than powerful... she made me human.”

He stood up. Enough silence.

He walked to Aditi’s room and knocked gently.

“Please. Just one conversation. That’s all I ask.”

A few seconds passed. Then the door opened.

The Conversation

Aditi stood, her eyes tired, her face unreadable.

“Say what you need to, Aditya. But don’t ask me to forget.”

“I’m not asking you to forget. I’m asking you to understand… and then decide.”

He stepped in, carefully.

“Yes, the proposal started as a strategy. Our families... our empires... it was all a game of power.”
“But the moment I met you, everything began to shift. And somewhere between your calm and your fire, between boardrooms and late-night coffee, I—”
He paused. “I stopped seeing the merger. I started seeing you.”

“Then why didn’t you tell me? Why did I have to find out like this?” her voice cracked.

“Because I was afraid,” he said honestly. “Afraid that telling you would make it real. That once I admitted it began with business... I’d lose any chance of love.”

“And now?” she whispered.

“Now I know I’ve already lost too much by hiding.”

He took a slow step forward.

“Aditi... I love you. Not because our families said so. Not because the business demands it. But because you challenge me, complete me, ruin my plans, and still make me want a life with you.”

Tears welled in her eyes. But she didn’t speak.

“I’ll step back,” he said. “From everything. The deal, the family, the board... even this marriage—if that’s what you want. But if there’s even a small piece of your heart that still believes in us... don’t walk away. Not yet.”

He left the room, quietly.

The Choice

That night, Aditi sat alone on the same balcony where Aditya had spoken to his mother’s photo.

She looked at the skyline, her heart loud with conflict.

Could she forgive a love that was born out of manipulation… but bloomed in truth?

Could she choose a future that wasn’t perfect—but real?

And just as the first rays of morning light touched the city—

She walked toward his room, opened the door softly…

Aditya turned, surprised.

“I’m still angry,” she said.

“I know.”

“And it’ll take time.”

“I’ll wait.”

She stepped closer, heart pounding.

“But I’m choosing to stay… because love deserves at least a second draft.”

Aditya smiled, walked to her, and held her hand—this time, with no walls, no games, no shadows.

Just two imperfect people… beginning again.

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