Previously in Part 2
Anusha uncovered layers of betrayal — or manipulation?
Neha, the ex. A recording.
A third girl.
A second phone.
A hidden message.
And then — a final twist:
> “Check your department’s CCTV footage — the night he told you he loved you.”
Anusha clicked play.
The screen faded to black.
What she saw?
We begin there.
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Chapter 1: The Footage
Static.
Then clarity.
It was the night on the rooftop.
The rain. The confession.
But the camera angle… was zoomed.
Hidden. As if someone was watching them.
Then — a figure appears near the stairwell.
Face partly covered. Holding a phone.
Recording.
She rewinds. Zooms.
The coat. The walk. The scarf.
Anusha gasps.
> “Neha?”
The recording ends.
Then, a text appears.
From UNKNOWN:
> “You were never the target. You were the leverage.”
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Chapter 2: The Whisper War
Anusha’s anxiety spiraled.
She stormed into the admin office the next morning.
Demanded access to more CCTV footage.
Password. Laptop. 5 hours of fast-forwarding.
Then — boom.
March 6th.
The third girl. Her name? Riya.
She was outside the psych building.
With Aditya.
Laughing.
Crying.
Hugging.
Then she handed him something.
A letter?
Pause. Zoom.
A photo — of Anusha.
> “What the hell?”
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Chapter 3: The Pattern
Anusha’s heart pounded.
Three girls. One boy.
Each left behind with a different story.
But she remembered something:
Aditya once said during a late-night walk:
> “Sometimes I feel like I’m being watched even when I’m alone.”
Had someone been watching him too?
Or was he watching them?
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Chapter 4: The Hospital File
Determined, Anusha visited the college counselor.
She begged for access to Aditya’s mental health history.
Of course, the counselor refused.
Until Anusha broke down.
> “If he’s not dangerous… why does everyone around him feel damaged?”
Out of ethical conflict, the counselor revealed one line:
> “Aditya suffers from severe derealization and paranoia-induced memory lapses."
“He dissociates. He forgets what he does sometimes. He journals to remember.”
> “He might not be lying. He might just… not know the truth.”
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Chapter 5: The Journal Key
That night, Anusha returned to the terrace.
Aditya’s usual sketchbook sat abandoned under the bench.
She flipped it open.
Each page had a date… but the handwriting changed.
Different pens. Different styles.
As if written by multiple people.
But the same initials.
A.M.
Aditya Mehta.
One entry:
> “Riya said she’d expose everything. I don’t even remember what I said to her last night.”
Another:
> “I think Neha’s been following me. Or am I losing it?”
And then
> “If Anusha ever finds this, I hope she forgives the version of me she never met.”
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Chapter 6: The Final Confrontation
Aditya texted her at midnight:
> “Terrace. Again. You deserve to know everything. Even if it ruins me.”
Anusha climbed the same steps one last time.
This time,no rain.
Just tension.
He stood there. Same hoodie. Different eyes.
> “There’s no third girl.”
Anusha, confused. “Riya?”
> “She’s Neha’s cousin. She pretended to be involved to confuse you.”
“I met her once. She said she wanted to help Neha. She took the photo. Sent it to you.”
“They planned it all. They knew you’d dig.”
Anusha: “Why would they do that?”
Aditya:
> “Because… Neha can’t let go. She told me once, If I can’t have you, you’ll never belong to anyone.”
> “She made me think I was insane. Maybe I am.”
He dropped to the ground, voice shaking.
> “But I never cheated. Not once. Not on you. Not on her.”
“I was just too broken to tell the difference between guilt and love.”
He took out the second phone.
Smashed it on the floor.
> “I kept it because I thought I needed proof that I wasn’t the villain.
But maybe… villains don’t know they are.”
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Chapter 7: The End. Or Not.
Anusha sat beside him.
Not touching.
Not forgiving.
Not ready.
She said:
> “You didn’t lie. But you let your silence turn into lies.”
> “You hurt me. But maybe you were hurting too.”
They sat. Quiet.
Then she whispered:
> “You need help, Aditya. Not love. Not me.”
“At least… not now.”
She stood. Walked away.
But this time,he didn’t chase.
He just said:
> “Thank you… for not turning your back completely.”
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Final Scene: One Year Later
Graduation Day.
Sunlight. Confetti. Cheers.
Anusha, with friends. Stronger. Sharper. Wiser.
A text. From an unknown number.
She hesitates. Opens.
> “I’m in therapy. Three times a week. I’ve forgiven myself a little more each day.”
“If you ever want coffee — no past, no pressure, just two quiet hearts — I’ll be there.”
She smiles. Deletes the message.
But doesn’t block the number.
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EPILOGUE — Two Endings (Reader's Choice)
Ending A:
A year later, in a cozy bookstore café, Anusha walks in.
Aditya’s there. Holding a copy of The Bell Jar.
He looks up. Smiles — softly, not desperately.
She sits.
They don’t say sorry.
They talk about poetry.
And laugh again.
Some hearts don’t collide.
They just find each other… slowly.
Ending B:
Anusha never replies.
Aditya heals.
She moves on.
He learns to be alone.
Their paths never cross again —
But their story becomes a lesson.
> Some collisions don’t break. They redirect.
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Which ending did you imagine?
Is closure letting go… or circling back, softer?
Let your heart decide.
This was:
Quiet Hearts Collide – The Final Part
Thank you for reading.
👁🗨 Comment your thoughts. Which twist shook you the most?
And were you ever someone’s Neha… or Aditya… or Anusha?
