Roshni stood there, her eyes filled with unshed tears, watching Aman—trying to understand how the anger burning inside him could ever calm down.

Aman stared back at her.

There was pain in his eyes.

There was longing.

And there was something darker—an emotion he could no longer control.

Suddenly, he pulled her toward him.

Roshni gasped as the distance between them vanished.

They were standing barely an inch apart.

So close that she could feel his warm breath against her lips.

So close that her heart forgot how to beat properly.

That closeness weakened her.

Aman looked deep into her eyes, his voice low, broken.

“It’s impossible to live without you, Roshni.”

Her lashes trembled.

Tears slipped down her cheeks.

“But we can’t stay together,” she whispered painfully.

“Being apart is better for both of us.”

Slowly, Aman loosened his grip.

His hand rose to her face, gently cupping her cheek.

“What kind of helplessness is this?” he asked softly.

“Why does going away from me feel easier to you than staying close? Tell me the reason. Whatever it is… I’ll handle it.”

Her breath hitched.

Memories flooded her mind.

And with them came tears—endless, unstoppable.

She pushed his hand away and stepped back.

Aman’s voice trembled.

“Roshni… speak.”

She shook her head.

“Everything is my fault,” she cried.

“Only mine. We can never be together. Please… forget me.”

Aman’s eyes filled.

“It’s been a year,” he said hoarsely.

“A whole year since we separated. I tried to forget you. I really did. But I couldn’t.”

Roshni looked at his tears.

Her heart shattered.

She knew how difficult it had been—for both of them.

Suddenly, reality struck her.

Sheela could return anytime.

Fear clenched her chest.

“I have to go,” Roshni said urgently.

“And please… don’t follow me. Leave this place.”

“Roshni—”

She turned back one last time, tears streaming.

“Some stories remain incomplete, Aman,” she whispered.

“Just like ours.”

And she ran.

Aman stood there—helpless—watching her disappear.

Two Hours Later

Aman still sat there, alone, drowning in thoughts of her.

Frustration consumed him.

His phone rang.

“Hello, Mom.”

“Aman… are you okay?” Reva asked gently.

“Did you meet Roshni?”

“Yes,” he replied softly.

“Did she say anything?”

“Only that we can’t be together,” he said bitterly.

“I don’t understand why.”

There was a pause.

“I think I know the reason,” Reva said.

Aman stiffened.

“What? How?”

“Don’t get angry,” she continued.

“After you left, your father and I went to meet Roshni’s parents. If you had listened back then… this year wouldn’t have been wasted.”

Aman’s heart pounded.

“Mom… what did you find out?”

“Roshni is not their biological daughter.”

The world stopped.

“What…?” Aman whispered in shock.

Reva told him everything—about Sheela.

About the threats.

About the fear.

“Anil told us Sheela threatened Roshni,” Reva said.

“She said if Roshni didn’t leave you, she would destroy you.”

Tears rolled down Aman’s face. Now he understood.

She left him to protect him. He wiped his tears.

“I’ll call you later, Mom.”

“Bring her home as soon as possible,” Reva said.

The call ended.

Aman’s jaw tightened.

“Sheela Srivastava…” he growled.

“You forgot who your son-in-law is. You took my love away. Now it’s my turn.”

Roshni’s Room – Night

Roshni cried uncontrollably. The maid tried to calm her.

“Aman loves me with a love every girl dreams of,” Roshni sobbed.

“And I gave him nothing but pain. I broke his heart… again and again.”

She closed her eyes.

And remembered that day.

FLASHBACK

“Leave Aman,” Sheela said coldly.

“Otherwise—”

“Otherwise what?” Roshni asked shakily.

Sheela smirked.

“Do you know what will happen when the world finds out who you really are?”

Roshni smiled through tears.

“Aman loves me. He doesn’t care.”

“He might not,” Sheela said.

“But society will.”

Her words crushed Roshni.

“Your husband will be humiliated. His image destroyed. All because of you.”

Roshni broke.

She nodded helplessly.

FLASHBACK ENDS

It was 1 a.m.

Roshni was still crying.

The maid returned with a bottle.

“Drink this,” she said.

“It’ll calm you.”

Roshni hesitated—but drank.

Soon, dizziness took over.

Her control slipped.

But even then… she whispered only one name.

“Aman…”

She moved toward the window. And saw him.

Standing below. Searching for her.

Her face lit up.

“Amaaaan!” she shouted happily.

Aman looked up—shocked.

She climbed down.

And hugged him tightly.

Her sadness turned into childlike joy.

“Take me away,” she said softly.

“Please.”

Aman stared at her.

“Do you really want to come with me?”

“Yes,” she nodded eagerly.

He helped her into the car.

And drove.

Not leaving Delhi.

Because Aman Mehra never ran.