While Holding the Pain

While Holding the Pain

Silent Learner

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Tithy, a young girl of 22 years who was living someone else's life completely forgetting her identity and she herself was not aware of it for a little bit. As destiny leads the way and everyone has to follow it, none can know the destination. Eventually, Tithy meets Ruhaan, a billionaire as his secretary... Some of Tithy's behavior reminds Ruhaan of a person close to his heart which sometime makes Ruhaan laugh, cry, get angry and moreover cause pain that he has been holding for a long time...

Chapter 1 Prologue

Shaan, a young person in his early twenties was sitting by the bedside of Ruhaan, another young person in his late twenties.

Shaan was trying to have a talk with Ruhaan but he just kept ignoring him. After staring sadly for a while at Ruhaan, Shaan took out a small box from his pocket.

The color of the packet which was once white had turned into reddish black. Taking out the ring from it, Shaan whisperingly said, "See Vai (Brother), it's still sparkling."

Involuntarily, Ruhaan turned to him and followed his gaze only to get the sight of the ring. His hand got extended on its own and grabbed the ring. He took the ring in his hand. While caressing it with love, a small but sad smile crept on his lips. In no time along with the smile, tears also made their way from his eyes when they caught the sight of reddish black packet of the ring.

Two faces came to his mind immediately and between them, one was almost burnt and the other one whispering, "I am sorry."

Like Ruhaan was seeing that incident in front of his eyes once again, he just screamed out, "Nooo!" like that day.

Whereas Shaan kept staring at the packet while letting tears escaping from his eyes constantly....

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