" Teri Qismat ka likha koi tujhse koi nahi le sakta.
Agar bharosa hai rab par toh tujhe woh bhi mil jaayega joh tera ho na sakta"
When destiny decides to rewrite the lives of Karan and Tejasswi, it was already very late. Both of them had their...
A/n:- Don't forget to hit the star on the right and drop your remark! Thank you for reading. Let me know if this was lengthy. Word count- 2200+ I know I disappointed a lot of them who read Breathless #2. So many this will help. I'm really sorry for it. And this one, tell me if it bores you.
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--⋆You were unsure which pain is worse- the shock of what happened or the ache for what never will ⋆--
Syra watched her mother as her grandmother welcomed her with an aarti ka thaal. She was intrigued by every ritual unlike Karan who just wanted to run away and jump into his bed.
He rolled his eyes when his mother talked about how pretty she looked or how successful she wishes they're marriage would be. By the corner of his eye, he saw how uncomfortable and out of place Tejasswi looked. She plastered a fake smile through the heavy and length rituals.
He was somewhere glad she didn't pull a stunt and make a drama. A tiny memory of Sitaara telling him how she would nag people to explain the logic behind rituals and when she got no answers she used to call it monotonous. Sitaara's faint giggles filled his mind as his lips twitched in her memory. But he knew to bit it back.
"Tejasswi, straight from here, second right, that's your changing room," Shreya said. She wasn't interested either. She hated how her mind created parallels between Sitaara and Tejasswi and it always left her ghosted.
"It's bhabhi," Shagun chided her earning an eye roll.
"I mean you can call her baabz in case you want sound cool. #coolbhabhiandnanad ?" Shagun chimed chirpily making everyone smile.She and Anita did hi-fi making everyone cackle. Shagun's cheeks flushed pink when her husband chuckled lowly behind her back. She was definitely embarrassed. Syra chortled as she crossed her fingers in the air to show the symbol of hashtag.
Tejasswi went awe on the little girl who couldn't help but jump in glee throughout their journey. But something irked her was how Syra would shy away. Tejasswi knew she wasn't great at making conversations too but she knew how to hold on. An insecurity that Syra may not accept her once she realizes Tejasswi and Sitaara can neevr be the same made her stomach flip a somersault. Its not like she could read a kid's mind or she did a PhD in parenting. She shrugged the feeling away.
"Jokes aside," Shagun glanced at Karan who gurffed internally," your lesson today is, Tejasswi is your bhabhi."
Shreya twitched her lips in disdain and shot up her eyebrows.
"I would prefer Tejasswi," Tejasswi interrupted. Everyone's head whipped to her direction. She gave an awkward smile.
"She doesn't have to call me bhabhi or anything. You can call me by my name. I'm younger that her too, so its just no needed," Tejasswi politely said. In the back f her mind she knew there would be more than on hurdle, Karan, in her newly wed-life. Sitaara will always have a special place in their heart. Sitaara was such a person who'd make you fall in love with her in seconds. She may not be good in studies, sports or any holistic skill but her one cup of chai and sweet talks would do just fine. And Tejasswi was not here not erase that memory or replace it. She was here for Syra and only for her.
