You Own My Heart ( Completed )

Recap: Aryan regrets for forcing Sanjana

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After hearing the fading footsteps and the soft click of the door locking, Sanjana slowly opened her eyes, exhaling a deep sigh of relief.

"Why are you doing this to me, Aryan? What do I owe you in this life?" she whispered, her voice heavy with despair.

Tears spilled down her cheeks as she sobbed herself to sleep, exhaustion overtaking her broken heart.

Standing on the balcony of his room, Aryan Chaitanya stared at Sanjana's dimly lit window on the first floor. His jaw clenched as he struggled with the storm of emotions within him.

What I have done is not right. I have hurt her... but I can't let her suffer alone. I need to face her, no matter how she reacts.

He stood there for a long time, lost in thought, before finally turning away and heading to bed.

The next morning, Aryan was seated at the dining table, dressed sharply for the day, but his eyes flickered towards the staircase every now and then. He was waiting. Waiting for her. But Sanjana did not come.

Kousalya, the caretaker, hesitated before stepping forward. "Sir, shall I serve your breakfast?"

Aryan's fingers drummed against the table. "Where is Sanjana? Is she not joining for breakfast?"

"I'll go call her, sir."

Kousalya walked up to Sanjana's room and found her standing by the window, lost in thought.

"Sanjana, sir has been waiting for you at the dining table. Please come down."

Sanjana didn't turn. "He hasn't left for the office yet?"

"No," Kousalya replied gently. "He has been waiting for a long time."

Sanjana inhaled deeply. "Fine. You go ahead. I'll be there shortly."

As Kousalya left, Sanjana clenched her fists. If he has the courage to face me without regret, why should I hide? Let me see what he does now.

She descended the stairs and entered the dining hall, deliberately choosing a seat far from Aryan. She did not lift her head, her fingers toying with the corner of the napkin.

Kousalya served breakfast, and Aryan stole glances at Sanjana from the corner of his eyes, hoping she would look at him just once. But she never did.

The silence between them was suffocating. Neither spoke a word, nor did they attempt to.

Sanjana barely ate, pushing her plate away before leaving for the garden. The vast greenery provided her a strange sense of solace. She picked up a handful of grains and scattered them on the ground, watching as the birds fluttered down, chirping happily.

Aryan stepped outside, ready to leave for the office, but his footsteps halted when his gaze landed on her. The golden morning light kissed her face, making her look almost ethereal. Her free-flowing hair swayed with the wind, and her calm expression, so gentle yet distant, unsettled him.

Ranjith, his assistant, observed his gaze. "Sir, she does this every day. The birds are her companions. They come here daily, knowing she will feed them."

Aryan gave a small nod before getting into his car and driving off.

At ARC Towers, his corporate empire, Aryan stepped into his office, using his private elevator. He sat at his desk, opening his laptop, but his mind refused to focus. His thoughts kept drifting back to the image of Sanjana feeding the birds.