"Bou, taar biya hua tu important aasil ne imanei?"
She said
"Aahi, sua ifale. Manuhor jaar logot hobo loga thake eii xomporko tu, hoi jayei."
"Kintu bou, xii kio ebaro nokole khurik?"
Rakhi was silent. What should be her answer, she didn't know. Her question was valid, why he didn't try, even for once to tell his mother about her. But what? What he should've said?
"Aahi, bola tale. Xii tumaak bisaari thakibo."
"Bou, moi jaau ghorot. Sob kotha taar mote nohoi. Xodaai taar motei solilu. Nuwaru aaru xohibo moi. Mok jaabo diya naa bou."
She started sobbing. Rakhi thought it better to send her home.
"Jua jua, amar driver jonor logotei jua. Moi taak koi dim diya."
Aahi returned home. While returned, she looked back at time, when everything was just simple and subtle. There was no one between them. But now? What was going on in their lives. She didn't understand.
After reaching their place, she thought about going to Abhi's house, but decided to go to her house. She rang the bell. Her mother opened the door half asleep.
"Haare, ki hol tor? Kio gusi aahili?"
Her mother asked, rubbing the eyes.
"Mor gaa beya, mok xubo diya."
She directly went to her room to sleep. She couldn't sleep anyway. She was angry, on herself. Why she gave her heart the chance to think about him that way. She decided not to sleep and pack her bags.
Her mother entered the room.
"Ki hol o tor? Eii raati khon ki paglami kori aaso?"
She didn't say anything.
"Kiba xudhiso moi."
"Kaile jaam ge moi..."
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Is this what fate looks like?
General FictionAahi-Abhi, childhood best friends, share something more than just friendship. But fate has some different plans for them. Keep reading the story to find out.
