“What is going on? Will anyone explain anything to me?” I asked, my voice trembling as all the confusion inside me finally spilled out. “Siddharth’s best friend married me on the same day all this happened, and now my own best friend is telling me that I should go and live with a person I don’t even know properly. How am I supposed to trust him? And Siddharth’s last wish… why would he even wish for something like this?”

I said everything in one breath, unable to process the situation anymore.

Akriti looked at me quietly for a moment. She looked just as tired as I felt, but her face also carried hesitation, as if she knew what she was about to do would make everything even harder for me.

“I know this is hard for you,” she said softly, “but I want to give you something.”

She held out a folded paper toward me.

I frowned and looked at it. “What is this?”

Akriti took a slow breath before answering.

“It’s… Siddharth’s letter. For you.” Her voice was firm, but I could hear the sadness in it. “A doctor came and gave it to me earlier. You were not okay at that time, so I didn’t give it to you then. I haven’t read it, so I don’t know what’s inside. Take it.”

For a second, I just stared at the paper in her hand.

A letter.

From Siddharth.

My fingers trembled as I slowly reached out and took it from her. Even touching it made my chest tighten.

“Okay,” I said quietly, almost in a whisper. “I’ll read it later.”

I was in no condition to read it right then. My heart was already too heavy. I was scared of what the letter might contain. These would be his words, his final words for me, and I did not know if I had the strength to face them yet.

“Sure,” Akriti said gently. “It’s your choice.”

I looked down at the folded letter in my hands, then back at her.

“You’re not leaving early, right?” I asked.

The question came out more softly than I intended. After everything that had happened, Akriti was the only person who felt familiar, the only person who felt safe. She had been there with me through every moment today, through all the horror, all the crying, all the silence. The thought of being left alone now felt unbearable.

Akriti’s expression changed instantly. Guilt flashed across her face.

“I’m sorry,” she said, her voice heavy. “I only took leave until the day after tomorrow. After that, I’ll have to go back. I know I shouldn’t. I know this is the worst possible time, but you know how my company is. If I don’t go back, I could lose my job.” Her eyes filled with tears. “But if you want me to stay, I’ll do something. I’ll try to manage somehow.”

I looked at her quietly.

I could see the guilt in her face, the frustration, the helplessness. She wanted to stay, but she was trapped by her own responsibilities. And the truth was, I understood that. Pain did not stop the rest of life from moving.

“No,” I said gently. “You should go.”

Akriti looked at me in surprise.

“I’ll be okay,” I continued. “Actually… no, I won’t be okay. But eventually, you won’t be with me all the time anyway. It’s my life. I’ll have to handle it.”

I did not say it in anger. I said it because it was true.

Akriti looked like she wanted to argue. “No, I’ll wait,” she said, quickly picking up her phone and checking messages, clearly trying to figure out if there was any way she could stay longer.

I watched her face carefully.

There was tension there. Frustration. Guilt. The guilt of not being able to stand by me while choosing work over me, even though it was not really a choice at all.

I went near her.

“It’s okay, Akriti,” I said softly. “It’s not like you’re doing this on purpose. I understand. It’s okay. Being my best friend doesn’t mean you should give up your life. You should go tomorrow. I promise I’ll call you if I need anything. You have your own life too. I’ll manage here.”

Before she could reply, another voice cut through the room.

“You… can come to my house.”

I turned immediately.

Krishav was standing there.

I had not even noticed when he entered.

His voice held a slight hesitation, but it was still firm, as if he had already decided what he wanted to say. “I’ll be okay with it,” he added. “It’s not safe for you to go anywhere else when Akriti leaves.”

For a second, I just looked at him.

Then anger rose inside me again.

“Are you out of your mind?” I asked sharply. “Or are you actually considering me your wife now?”

The words came out with more bitterness than I had intended, but I did not care. To me, his suggestion sounded less like concern and more like some silent claim over me.

His eyes widened slightly. “No. No, you’re understanding me the wrong way. It’s not like that.”

He said it quickly, almost as if he had read exactly what was going on in my mind.

“I’m not coming,” I said firmly. “That’s it.”

“Okay,” he said at once. “I won’t force you. I only said it because you don’t really have anywhere else to go. But it’s up to you.”

I let out a sarcastic laugh.

“I’ll take care of myself,” I said coldly. “You can leave now. There’s no need to show fake care.”

Something shifted in his expression at that. Not anger exactly. More like hurt that he was trying not to show.

Still, he did not argue.

“As you wish,” he said quietly.

Then, instead of leaving immediately, he reached for a paper and a pen from the side table. He wrote something quickly, folded the paper once, and held it out toward me.

“This is my address,” he said. “And my phone number is written below it. If you need anything, you can come there. Or call me.”

His face looked genuine. That only confused me more.

I took the paper from his hand without saying anything.

Just as he turned to leave, something struck me.

“Wait,” I said.

He stopped and looked back.

“How do you know Akriti is leaving?” I asked, narrowing my eyes. “Were you listening to our conversation?”

I stepped a little closer to him, suspicion rising in me again. But he did not move back.

“No,” he said quickly. “It’s not what you’re thinking. I had just come in, but I saw both of you talking, so I didn’t interrupt. I was standing there for a moment. I didn’t hear anything else.”

He explained himself so fast and so carefully that for a second I almost forgot what I had asked.

“I’ll go now,” he said quietly.

Then he left.

I stood there staring blankly at the door for a moment.

Then I turned toward Akriti.

“Why does he over-explain everything to me?” I asked.

Akriti looked at me and gave a tired sigh. “I don’t know. Leave him for now. Come, let’s eat something. You haven’t eaten since morning.”

“I’m not hungry,” I said immediately. “And I don’t want to go out.”

I was still holding Siddharth’s letter in my hand.

I looked down at it again.

These would be his last words to me.

The thought froze me inside.

I did not know what he had written in it. I did not know whether reading it would break me completely or somehow hold me together. But either way, I was afraid.

“It’s okay,” Akriti said, coming to stand beside me and holding my hand. “Don’t think too much right now. Read it when you feel ready. But first, eat something. I’ll order food for us. If you don’t eat, you’ll fall ill.”

“No, I’m fine,” I said weakly.

“I’m ordering food, and you are eating,” she said firmly. “That’s it. No more arguments.”

Despite everything, that made me look at her for a moment.

That was Akriti. Even in the middle of heartbreak, she still found a way to boss me around.

She ordered food, and though I had no appetite at all, she made sure I ate at least a little.

Dinner passed in silence.

Neither of us had the energy to talk much. The room felt heavy with everything left unsaid. Afterward, we both lay down, but sleep refused to come.

The lights were off now except for the faint yellow lamp in the corner.

The room was quiet.

Too quiet.

I lay there staring at the ceiling, Siddharth’s letter still in my hand.

I turned it over once.

Then again.

Should I read it?

No… I can’t. Not right now.

But if not now, then when?

These were his last words. His last thoughts for me. Maybe the last thing he had ever written with me in his mind.

The thought alone made my chest ache.

I closed my eyes tightly.

Maybe I needed courage.

Maybe I needed a little more time.

Maybe there would never be a right time.

Slowly, I sat up on the bed.

Akriti turned slightly toward me, but she did not say anything. Maybe she already knew what I was about to do.

I looked at the letter in my trembling hands.

Then, before I could lose courage again, I opened it.

The paper shook between my fingers as I unfolded it.

My eyes moved over the first line.

And the moment I started reading, tears spilled from my eyes.

Every word felt like Siddharth was standing in front of me, speaking directly to me, knowing me in the way only he ever had.

He knew me so well.

Too well.

And as I kept reading, my tears only fell harder.

Because more than grief, more than pain, more than anything else

the letter shocked me.

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