It's a tale unaltered by time or memory, true to what happened in reality.
We all have read about carefree boy and introvert girl trope penned by authors but how was it in real life ?
As you delve into these pages, at end of my each poetry , I'll s...
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Dhriti's eyes widened in disbelief "Seriously? And what did you say then?"
I shrugged, trying to keep my voice steady. "Nothing. He said he didn't want the books anymore and left."
A wave of anger washed over her. " I really wish I could kill that dipshit."
Saara placed hand on Dhriti's shoulder. "I think it's better. He'll at least leave her alone now."
Dhriti nodded slowly, "Yeah, hopefully."
Her voice was gentle as she turned to me, concern etched on her face. "You're okay, right?"
Was it that obvious how much I was hurting?
I forced a smile onto my face, trying to hide the turmoil of emotions churning inside me. "Yeah, I'm fine," I said, hoping my voice sounded convincing.
My thoughts drifted back to Aadarsh - his easy grin and the innocent, clueless expression that I had fallen for. It was so unlike him to be rude.
I remembered our conversation earlier - the way his words had stung. Sure, I had been angry with him, but I had never let it show in my tone or words. It was strange and unsettling to have him talk to me like that.
The way he had talked to me felt like a million tiny needles piercing my skin. The realization that things might never be the same between us was almost too much to bear. I was terrified that I had lost what we had - the sweetness in his voice, the intentional flirting, the jokes. It all seemed to have come to an abrupt end.
The main door of our institute led to the stairs that I needed to climb down, with my bad ankle throbbing with pain. There were only 8 or 9 steps, but they seemed like an insurmountable obstacle. Saara took my hand, steadying me as I carefully made my way down, one hand gripping the railing tightly.
Dhriti scolded me as I struggled. "Gosh, why would you even come if it's that bad?" she exclaimed.
As I made my way down the stairs, Aadarsh passed by me. He didn't even glance in my direction, his body language making it clear that he was trying to ignore me.
The pain in my chest was sharper than the throbbing in my ankle. I wasn't used to this version of Aadarsh - cold and distant. I didn't want to be.
A desperate hope welled up inside me that things would somehow go back to the way they were before.
