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"Hey Shiv ji! Is he going to commit suicide? No, no, no… Mai apne samne kisi ki jaan jaate huye kaise dekh sakti hun!" she muttered, her heart pounding with urgency. Without a second thought, she rushed towards the apartment. The guards were nowhere to be seen, and she took advantage of their absence to slip inside. She climbed the stairs as quickly as she could, her breath coming in short, anxious gasps.

[I can't let anyone die infront of me.]

Reaching the terrace, she was about to shout but stopped herself. "I can't shout from here. It will startle him and he could fall down," she thought, her mind racing. She began walking towards him slowly, making sure not to make any noise. The broad figure stood rigid in his formals, his back to her.

With a surge of determination, she reached out and grabbed his hand, pulling him down from the railing with all her strength. The sudden force caused her to lose her balance, and they both tumbled to the ground. He landed on top of her, his face buried in her neck. Amrit’s heart raced wildly, feeling the warmth of his breath against her skin.

For a moment, time stood still. Then, he lifted his head to look at her, and their eyes locked in a mesmerizing gaze. His face was strikingly handsome, his dark charcoal eyes deep and intense, holding a storm of emotions. Amrit’s dark brown eyes mirrored the surprise and concern she felt, a softness radiating from her gaze. The world around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them in this surreal moment.

His features were sharp and defined, with a strong jawline and a slight stubble that added to his rugged appeal. His hair was slightly tousled, framing his face perfectly. Amrit could feel her heart racing faster as she took in every detail of his face, lost in the depth of his eyes.

He too seemed captivated, his eyes searching hers as if trying to understand the reason behind her sudden intervention. Their breathing synced, each inhale and exhale became a silent conversation between their racing hearts.

As the spell broke, he quickly got up, throwing deadly glares at her.

"WHAT THE HELL!!" he yelled, his voice echoing off the terrace walls.

"That should be my line. What the hell? How could you do this to yourself? Aap suicide karne ka soch bhi kaise sakte hain? Don't you know it's a crime? Aur aisi bhi kya pareshani hai aapki zindagi mein jisse aap face nahi kar sakte? Zindagi ki problems ko face karne ki jagah unse bhagna sahi laga aapko! Ek number ke bujdil insaan hain aap," she retorted, her voice filled with a mixture of anger and concern, making him both furious and confused.

["That should be my line. What the hell? How could you think of committing suicide? Don't you know it's a crime? And what problem is so severe in your life that you can't face it? Instead of facing life's problems, you thought it was right to run away from them! You seem like a coward."]

"Sorry?" he asked, clearly not understanding what she was saying.

"Arre, why are you saying sorry to me? Apne parents ko sorry kahiye… jinke baare mein aapne ek baar bhi nahi socha ye kadam uthane ke pehle. Aap toh chale jate but aapke peeche unka kya hota kabhi socha hai? Aur aapki biwi aur bachcho ka kya hota? Wo kiske sahare jeete?" she asked, her words piercing through him.

["Why are you apologizing to me? Apologize to your parents instead, whom you didn't even think about before taking this step. You might leave, but have you ever thought about what would happen to them afterward? And what about your wife and children? Who would they rely on to live?"]

"I don't have any biwi bacha," he replied, still bewildered.

"Haan haan, thik hai iska matlab ye nahi ki ye sab kadam uthayenge aap. Aisa bhi kya problem ho gayi jo aap suicide karne chale the?" she demanded, her eyes blazing with intensity.