Aditya Roy Kapoor had always believed he was strong. But nothing prepares you for the moment when someone you trusted with your soul shatters it without remorse. After catching his girlfriend of seven years in someone else’s arms, everything inside him broke. Not just his heart—his identity, his faith in love, his will to go on.

For weeks, he wandered through life like a ghost—drinking till his vision blurred, smoking till his lungs begged for air. He stopped answering calls, stopped showing up to work, stopped living. Nights were the worst. The silence screamed louder than his thoughts. Most nights, he cried until exhaustion knocked him out. Other nights, he smashed glasses against walls, hoping pain would make him feel something again.

That night on the bridge, it all felt final. The wind was cold against his skin, but his soul was colder. He gripped the railing, staring down at the black swirl of the river below.

"This is it," he thought. "No more pain. No more pretending. Just... nothing."

As he leaned forward, he heard a voice—a stranger’s voice cutting through the night.

“Hey! Wait! Don’t do it! Please!”

Aditya shook his head slowly. "They always say that," he thought bitterly. "But they don’t know what it’s like to be emptied out from the inside."

He whispered to himself, “No one gives a damn until you’re gone.”

The footsteps behind him grew quicker. The urgency in your voice got louder. But every step you took, he stepped closer to the edge. And then—he jumped.

Cold. Black. Silent.

For a moment, he felt... peace.

Until strong arms grabbed him under the water, pulling him up, dragging him to shore. He coughed, sputtered, fought for air. His chest ached as water poured from his mouth.

He lay there, soaked and shivering, your hands pressing gently on his chest.

After what felt like forever, he opened his eyes. The sky above spun. His head throbbed. He sat up slowly, soaked and shaking, trying to process what just happened.

And then he saw you—just as drenched, just as breathless.

“What the fuck...” he whispered, voice hoarse. “Why would you jump in after me? You don’t even know me.”