The morning sun seeped through the curtains, but today, it didn't wake up the same Saisha.
This one had clarity in her heart.
No more breakdowns. No more crying over people who didn't know how to stay.
She had spent the whole night thinking, letting the tears dry on their own.
By the time dawn hit the sky, she knew one thing—she still loved what she did. Her job, her dream, her own identity.
And no one—not Aman, not Yash, not even Angel—was going to steal that from her.
She woke up early, did her meditation, stood tall in front of the mirror, and got ready, not to impress anyone, but to remind herself of who she was.
Lined eyeliner, high ponytail, confidence in her walk, and a touch of calm rage in her eyes.
She stepped out of her room with quiet poise, only to find Aman standing in the hallway.
He noticed her immediately.
"Hii Saisha… are you okay now?" he asked softly, his eyes scanning her face.
Saisha didn't even pause.
"Yeah. Perfectly fine," she said with a nod, her voice sharp but collected.
But in that brief second, her eyes flicked to Angel—whose hand was wrapped possessively around Aman's arm. A tiny flicker of pain crossed Saisha's face, so quick, you'd miss it if you blinked.
Angel saw it.
"Baby, you go ahead. I need to talk to my friend," Angel said sweetly, pressing her cheek to Aman's shoulder for effect.
"Okay, babe," he said absentmindedly and walked off.
The moment he turned the corner, Angel stepped closer to Saisha.
"So… you really think by doing this, all dressed up, with your little makeup, you can win Aman back?" she smirked, tilting her head.
Saisha didn't even flinch. She smiled—calm, wicked, graceful.
"That's your insecurity, Angel. I can't do anything about it." She gently patted Angel's arm like one does to a crying child.
"By the way, I'm over everyone. Take whomever you want."
And with that, she turned around, high heels echoing against the floor, and walked away like the firestorm she had become.
A woman untouchable.
Angel stood frozen. For the first time, she couldn't tell what Saisha was up to… and that scared her more than losing Aman ever could.
Angel paused for a moment, her mind processing Saisha's words, but she quickly masked her unease. Instead of replying, she flashed her most charming smile and turned to Aman, slipping her arm into his and tilting her head sweetly.
"Baby, what are we having for lunch today?" she asked, her voice soft and sweet like sugar syrup."I was thinking pasta," Aman said distractedly, his eyes following Saisha as she walked away.
Angel noticed it. That gaze. That distraction. That shift.
She tightened her grip around his arm and said quickly, "Let's go out somewhere, just the two of us. No cameras. No crew. Just us, like old times."
Aman gave her a half-smile, still seeming distant. "Yeah… maybe."
Meanwhile, Saisha was at the other end of the hallway, headphones on, script in hand, focused like never before. She wasn't doing this for anyone anymore. Not Aman. Not Angel. Not even Yash. This was for her.
One of the assistants passed by and whispered, "You're really glowing today, Saisha. Something special?"
She smiled, soft but steady. "Peace. That's all."
She walked to the set like she owned the world, camera team already in awe of how professional she looked.
Angel peeked from afar, eyes narrowing.
"Why is everyone suddenly so obsessed with her again?" she muttered under her breath. "She's just... pretending."
Aman glanced toward Saisha again and said absentmindedly, "Or maybe... she's finally being real."
Angel's stomach twisted. She quickly interjected, "No, babe. She always does this for attention. You know that."
Aman didn't reply, not that he didn`t know how to defend Saisha, but he was seriously confused of is angel was for real, then why was she so sweet and all for that one month.
But deep down… he was wondering if he ever really knew Saisha at all.
And Saisha?She was slowly regaining her light, her voice, and, without even trying, everyone she once lost.
The night was cold but alive—
A soft breeze swirled through the trees, laughter echoing around the bonfire as the flames crackled, throwing golden light across smiling faces. Music hummed in the background, and the scent of roasted marshmallows lingered in the air. Everyone was enjoying the moment. Everyone… but her.
Saisha sat quietly on the edge of a wooden log, watching the flicker of the fire—but more than that, watching Aman.
He had just arrived, and Angel, of course, didn't waste a second before slipping a cold drink into his hand."Just one, babe. C'mon, live a little."Aman chuckled, hesitant, but gave in. One turned into two, then four—then more than that.
And Saisha saw it.
His eyes are losing clarity. His steps falter slightly. His words are coming slower.She knew Aman had never been a drinker. Not even close. She also knew Angel was behind this. Every bit of it. She always played clean on the surface and dirty beneath. And Saisha? She was tired of staying quiet.
When Angel walked away for a moment, probably to gloat somewhere, Saisha stood up and reached Aman just in time to stop him from stumbling.
"Aman? It's Saisha," she said softly, slipping an arm around him, stabilizing his unsteady figure."Come on… you need to sleep, okay?"His head leaned down lazily toward her shoulder.
"Baby... baby..." he slurred, and Saisha's heart stopped for half a second. His voice was thick, eyes distant, but the way he said it....it felt different.
She didn't say a word. She simply took him toward his room, helping him with slow, careful steps. When they entered the room, it was completely dark.No lights. No idea where the switch was.Her hands were already too full, holding onto Aman's half-limp body.
"Aman... just stay with me, okay?" she whispered, still trying to navigate the dark.But before she could make another move—He suddenly pulled her towards him, gripping her arms with surprising intensity.
"This is you… This is the real you," he whispered, his breath warm against her cheek."God, I love... this."
Saisha froze.
Her heart thudded against her ribs. Her breath caught in her throat.Was he... talking about her? Did he remember? Did he know?
She didn't push him away. She couldn't. Not when he was holding her like that.Not when her name used to live in his poems and playlists.Not when it felt like, for once, maybe he remembered the pieces of them that were never allowed to fit.
His face moved closer. His lips almost touched hers—And click.
The light flipped on.And there she was—Angel.
Rage danced in her eyes. Her jaw clenched, voice sharp as a knife."I knew you were up to something, bitch!" she snapped, storming forward and yanking Aman away.
Aman barely protested, half-asleep in confusion.
And Saisha stood there, blinking under the harsh light. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her hands trembling just slightly.
She didn't cry.
She didn't scream.
She just slowly sat down on the bed's edge and muttered to herself:
"One more problem again. One more moment ruined. God… when will this end? When will there be peace... a real, peaceful end?"
And somewhere deep inside, her heart whispered back:Not tonight.