Sanjeev desperately looked on as Veena packed her bags with a frightening lack of speed or anger. It was the quietness of her movements that told him that this time, she was really leaving.
“Fine”, he thought meanly. “Let her go. I’d love to see how she manages without me.” But he knew the problem was the opposite. He wasn’t sure, he could manage without her.
A sorry was all that was needed to fix it.
But try as he might, he couldn’t croak it out. Yes, he had hurt her in a million different ways. But every hurtful, stupid thing he had ever said or done went back to some hurtful, stupid thing she had said or done to him.
He couldn’t say sorry because he didn’t feel truly sorry.
He always knew his honesty would do him in one day.
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