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"I still see you in every sunset"
DIYANSHI'S POV
"Let's go back to our home Mrs Sharma", he said extending his hand towards me.
What the fuck is happening to me right now? At this point, I feel my life is written by someone with some personal grudges against me. How could life bring me to the same pedestal I left three years back? I have no fucking idea what I should do right now. No matter what I say or do I'm bound to spend 6 months with this jerk so there is no point in arguing with him but I can't stand a minute with him how am I supposed to live with him for 6 months?
"What the fuck are you trying to do?", I said looking at his extended hand.
"Asking you to get in the car", he said making an action with the extending hand telling me to go inside.
I gave him Are you serious look and sat inside the car. We didn't say anything.
We entered the house after a ride of half an hour. As I stepped inside a wave of memories from three years flooded my mind- the laughter, the tears, the moments of joy, and the betrayal. Three years it feels like a lifetime ago since I was last here. 
Three years... it feels like a lifetime ago since I was last here.
"I have already asked the maid to get your room ready and your luggage will be here soon. Do you want me to ask people to get your luggage from Rishikesh also?", he asked.
"No, let it be there. I would be going back soon anyways so why bother bringing everything back and I would like to stay in the guest room.", I said looking at him.
"Why would you stay in the guest room?",he asked.
"Because I'm a GUEST so I will stay in the guest room and I hope you don't argue with me on this topic", I stated.
"Alright as you wish I'll tell servants to get the guest room ready by tomorrow but until that please stay in that room", he said.
"Okay, only for today.", I said and walked towards the room.
The hallway stretched before me, familiar yet strangely distant after three long years away. I couldn't believe I was finally back in this house,  but everything felt different now. The weight of memories and unresolved emotions hung heavy in the air as I approached that room, my heart racing with anticipation and anxiety.
Each step felt like a journey through time, reminding me of both the joy and pain I had experienced here. 
I reached out, trembling slightly, and turned the doorknob. As the door creaked open, I was met with a sight that took my breath away—the room adorned with countless notes that read "I'm sorry."
The walls, the desk, even her bed—every surface was covered with apologies. I stood there, my eyes scanning each note, the emotions swirling like a storm inside me. How could he... after all this time? What is the point of this now?
"I'm sorry, Diya," a voice said softly from behind me. I turned, startled, to see Ayushman standing at the doorway, his expression a mix of regret and determination.
"What the heck is this Ayushman? Why Why... why now?" I managed to whisper, my voice barely above a hoarse murmur.
Ayushman took a tentative step forward, his eyes never leaving mine.
 "Because I couldn't live with myself any longer, knowing how much I hurt you that day," he said, his voice trembling with sincerity.
 "It was the worst mistake of my life, and I've regretted it every single day since then."
My eyes filled with tears I had held back for so long. I had imagined this moment countless times all these three years, but the reality was so much more overwhelming.
 "You hurt me," I said, my voice breaking. "You disrespected everything we had built...You disrespected my whole existence.", I said wiping my tears.
Ayushman nodded, his own eyes glistening now. "I know, and I'm so sorry, Diya. I never properly apologized, and that's my fault entirely. I never took responsibility for my actions. I'm sorry that I never came to find you in all these three years. I'm really sorry for everything."
We stood there in the doorway, the weight of our shared history hanging between us. Ayushman spoke again, his voice pleading yet respectful. "I'm not asking you to forgive me right away. You have every right to take your time, to decide what's best for you. But I'm begging you to give us a chance, one last chance."
I wiped away a tear, my mind racing with conflicting emotions. Could I trust him again after everything that had happened? Do I still love him enough to try?
Ayushman continued, his words filled with desperation and hope. "Six months, Diya. That's all I'm asking for. Six months to show you how much you mean to me, and how willing I am to change and make things right. At the end of it, if you still want a divorce, I won't stop you. But please, give us this chance."
I closed my eyes, feeling the weight of his words pressing against my heart. A major part of love and life is about taking risks. Am I strong enough to take this risk again? To have a chance of getting my heart broken again?
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Will she give him the last chance?
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