Mr. Das had been trying continuously to calm Krisha down, but she couldn't stop crying. Her heart had shattered completely. Every tear she shed carried a weight, not just of the pain she felt, but of the guilt of hurting Rajvansh-though, if she were honest, the pain she was inflicting on herself was far worse.
"Nanu... I can't do this," she choked, her voice trembling. "He's so good, Nanu... and I... I'm terrible."



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