Three lives, three souls, three hearts.
Shehnaaz, Sana and Sidharth entangled to each other like vines.
Raindrops or rainstorm, sunshine or fog, completely different yet similar, three people who are destined to a single stop, a heart that will get...
Heya Guys! Firstly I am so sorry for just vanishing like this. I would try not to do it again, I just have so many things going on and I know that the delay in updates kind of diffuses the spirit to read and we begin to lose the plot. But I'll try my best to be more punctual.
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RECAP : Natasha is no more. Shehnaaz, Sidharth and Sana are travelling to Goa to pass condolences to Natasha's family. --------------------
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Rasta dekh ke chal varna ye din aise hain gunge patthar bhi savalat karenge tujh se
SANA
"Sidharth!", I called him, walking towards with my duffel bag. We were going for three days, Shehnaaz told me that I had a lot of things to know but it wasn't her right to tell me. She looked worried.
"Haan, Sana", he replies placing the bags in the boot of our car. Almost two days since he adressed me, my heart felt like plumetting. His ignorance was excruciating.
"Are you fine?", I asked resting my hand on his arms. The slight unknown touches, the brush of fingers and leaning on shoulders. It wasn't anything amorous or doting, we both have shared this comfort but it felt so idyllic that I had started missing it.
He looks at me, sighing and I know he is contemplating whether to tell me or not. His eyes give away everything, the pretence of being fine, the act of being all close yet the reality different, he was the farthest he could be.
"Han, I'll be fine", he says it more to himself and I let it go.
"Why this trip?" I try once again. It was kind of killing me, knowing that Shehnaaz probably knew something that I didn't.
"Shehnaaz lied. It's not a birthday bash. We are going to meet the family of my friend, who is no more." his eyes turned teary, hands a little shaky.
"Hey", I hold his hand.
"Sorry", he kept murmuring and I hugged him. I didn't know why he was asking for apology, or from whom he was asking? He kept murmuring, breathing haphazardly.
"It's going to be fine", he just nods and gathers himself back apologizing again.
Shehnaaz comes with her duffel bag, placing it in the boot.
"I hope you both sort out things. She needs to know Sidharth.", she says and gets in the backseat plugging in her earphones.
I raise my eyebrows. What is that I need to know?
The way to the airport was pinching silence, I turned on a feeble music.
