Vrishali was popularly known as the life of the party. She had a natural ability to make friends with anyone she met. Everyone adored her, and she had yet to find her perfect match amidst all the chaos of her college parties. However, she was not in...
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Vrishali hugged Manav, who had driven from Kota to Jaipur after she called to inform him that she was leaving for New York. Deepa Mewar and Kalyan Mewar stood to one side with slightly furrowed expressions. No one had given a definite reason for Vrishali's departure. Even during the family dinner with Padmanabh's family, neither Bhawani Singh nor Padmanabh mentioned any reason for it.
They are not exactly happy with Vrishali's departure. They are worried that Vrishali and Padmanabh might have fought or had an argument. Vrishali's gaze goes to Deepa Mewar. She moves and wraps her arms around her. "I miss you, dadi. . ."
"I can't believe you are going back." Vrishali stiffened but said nothing. "Are you sure about this? You still have time to decide whether to stay back." Vrishali shook her head. "I want to go." Deepa Mewar looked worried, cupping Vrishali's face. "If there's a reason behind this, we—we will sort this out with Padmanabh. You do not have to leave if you two argued."
"We didn't fight; you don't have to worry about anything. It was my decision to go, and he—he doesn't have any problem with it." Deepa Mewar opened her mouth to say something, but Kalyan Mewar cut her off. "She will be returning soon."
Padmanabh stood a few feet away with his hands back as he looked at Vrishali. The airport is busy with people leaving the city. Royal bodyguards surround them, keeping the public away. Bhawani Singh and Falguni Singh couldn't join as they had to attend a relative's wedding.
Padmanabh wasn't sure how he could cope with the emptiness spreading through his body as he watched Vrishali. Her luggage has been taken care of, there wasn't much to take with her in the first place. The truth hurts more than anything. She has nothing to take from here. He gulped down the lump and looked away when it was too strong and intense to face Vrishali.
They hadn't had a conversation since the evening two weeks ago; he stayed up late as things kept him up. Vrishali ignored him for the last two weeks. He tried to start a conversation but Vrishali didn't step out of her room when he was home. She decided to eat in her room and completely stayed away from his presence. He knew she was angry, and she wasn't giving him a chance to explain the situation or himself.
"Don't forget us once you are back. Call us every week, okay?" Hardik said, ruffling her hair. Vrishali frowned. "Don't mess with my hair." Hardik's gaze went to Padmanabh, he was standing alone. "Are you not going to talk with Jijusa?" Vrishali did her best not to glance at Padmanabh.
"We spoke, and there's no need to talk right now." Hardik and Aadi raised their eyebrows as Vrishali didn't meet their eyes. "I don't know what's happening between you two. It's disturbing both of you, and you are leaving. . . So try not to hurt or get hurt," Aadi said. Talk to him before you leave."
Vrishali nodded, glancing at Padmanabh, who had turned away, holding the phone to his ear. Aadi and Hardik started talking to Manav. She was clueless about his thoughts. Though it pained her slightly, she had successfully ignored him. Unsure of the reason for sending her to New York, she found it strange to admit that she wasn't sure whether she felt happy or sad.
