"I don't know, Varun," Anya repeated, her voice barely a whisper.
She was still hurt and confused. She didn't know if she could trust him again.
Varun knew he had to tread carefully. He couldn't rush her, couldn't force her to forgive him.
He had to earn her trust, one step at a time.
"I understand," he said, his voice gentle.
"I know I've messed up. But I want a chance to make things right. I want to show you that I've changed."
Anya hesitated. She wanted to believe him, but she was afraid of getting hurt again.
"How?" she asked, her voice barely audible.
"I'm not sure yet," Varun admitted.
"But I'm willing to try anything. I'm willing to do whatever it takes to win you back."
Anya was touched by his sincerity.
She could see the genuine remorse in his eyes.
But she was still cautious. "We'll see," she said, turning to leave.
As Anya walked away, Varun couldn't help but feel a sense of hope.
He knew he had a long way to go, but he was determined to win her back.
He would prove to her that he was worthy of her love.
In the following days, Varun began to distance himself from Anya.
He avoided her, focusing on his work.
He was afraid that if he spent too much time with her, he would say something he would regret.
One day, Varun approached Anya with a new project.
"Anya," he began, "I need your help with this new project. I think you'd be perfect for it."
Anya was surprised. She had expected him to apologize or to try to reconcile. Instead, he was offering her a work opportunity.
"A new project?" she asked, confused. "I thought you wanted to talk about us."
Varun hesitated. "Well, yes, but I also think this project could be a good opportunity for you. You're talented, and I could use your help."
Anya was disappointed. She had hoped that Varun had finally realized his feelings for her.
But it seemed like he was still playing games.
"I'm not interested," she said, her voice firm. "I'm focused on my own projects."
With that, she turned and walked away, leaving Varun alone with his thoughts.
He watched her go, a pang of regret shooting through his heart.
He had tried to take a step forward, but he had failed.
He was too afraid to be honest with her, too afraid to risk losing her completely.
"I'm such an idiot," he muttered to himself. "I'm losing her, and I don't know how to stop it."
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