Chapter 33
Arohi felt her knees weaken, but she steadied herself. She couldn’t fall apart—not now. Taking a shaky breath, she reached for Ishaan’s hands, but he pulled away. “Ishaan, talk to me,” she pleaded. “We’ll figure this out together.” His face was unreadable, his emotions locked behind a guarded expression. “There’s nothing to figure out,” he muttered. “It’s just a diagnosis. I’ll take the meds, and everything will go back to normal.” She could hear the frustration in his voice, the way he was trying to brush it off. But she knew better. “Ishaan, this isn’t something you have to handle alone,” she said softly. “I’m here.” His eyes flickered with something—pain, maybe even fear—but he quickly masked it. “I don’t want you to deal with this, Arohi,” he said, his voice tight. “I don’t want to
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