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««NO STRINGS ATTACHED»»

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After a day full of exhaustion returning to a restless night just to toss & turn over the bed. No matter how much you want to fight the fact..'𝘕𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘠𝘖𝘜   𝘷/𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶' remains the same. Not being able to catch a wink of sleep drove Bani close to the edge. You can pass the day looking for an escape from people & places but it's the night that makes you vulnerable. All tricks fall flat as all she was trying to run from was her mind.. her thoughts.. her feelings & the element of guilt that never subsides. A quote that just got stuck in her head '𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘢 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘨𝘶𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘳' and now she could feel every bit of what it meant. The tragic part was there is nothing... Nothing that she could do to lessen this rue, owing to the present mess she was in. Enough of this flee and fade game, it was time to get things sorted so that she could focus & follow her calling.

As Mr Sharma would be back home by tomorrow she had enough time to prep up to confront them & spill the truth. Thinking of it and its consequences she gradually drifted off to sleep.

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By next dawn, Mr Sharma returned home & so did hope for Bani to finally speak her mind. It being Sunday got her all day to face them head-on but decided not to stretch it. That's how bad she wanted to just get this done, once for all & thus resolved to keep it post their brunch.

Done with the meal Mr & Mrs Sharma descended to their room and Bani followed shortly after inching step by step towards the room, re-rehearsing what she had to speak. As she was close enough to reach, took a deep breath to calm her nerves & cool down her heated system. Pumping up her mind with grit & courage so that she doesn't stutter whilst easing her racing heart as she could feel it pulsating all over her body. That's when she overheard parts of their conversation where they were discussing her marriage. '𝘏𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 "𝘴𝘯𝘰𝘰𝘣𝘺 𝘚𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘢" 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘨𝘦'. The voices echoing in her head that 'now it's too late to make advances' fogged her mind, making her jerk back the foot that was set to step forward. 'W𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘗𝘢𝘱𝘢 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘔𝘳𝘴. 𝘚𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘢.. 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥'with all the what's if that followed next. The whole confession thing had now lost the spotlight as she walked down the hall until she reached her room. Once she did, she plopped down on her bed trying to reach for something to support her...to get a grip of anything tangible. All the deep-seated thoughts now taking the lead. '𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘔𝘳𝘴 𝘚𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘢, 𝘗𝘢𝘱𝘢 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴'.
A pang of conscience hit her like a splash of cold water. '𝘞𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘢𝘣𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘣𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 . 𝘈𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘳..𝘪𝘧 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦.𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮, 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 & 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘪𝘵 ..𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬, 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩'. All this while words from Mrs Sharma's last conversation kept reeling in her mind in record repeat. Battling her thoughts she reached towards the bedside table, grabbed her phone as her fingers glide through the screen searching for a specific name~ Veeranshu Singhania. Taking a deep breath she dialled away his number & sensing him on the receiver end, clearing her throat she spoke '𝘤..𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵? '