𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒
What happens when
𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐃𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐏𝐔𝐓𝐑𝐀 - the girl who mastered the art of being unseen,
stitched together with silence and scar tissue,
haunted by the ruins of love and friendsh...
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"Attention, everyone," came the announcement as we reached the airport.
As planned, Samrat Bhaiya and I had strategically left the two extra bags behind. Thankfully, Maa wasn't too upset.
"I'll be back soon," I promised, hugging Bhaiya tightly.
"Jaldi aana, aur waha bohot masti karna, Myra," he replied, pulling Papa and Maa into a warm group hug. [Come back soon and have loads of fun!]
"Guys, I'll miss my group if you don't let go now," I teased, trying to pull back—only for Maa to interrupt, scanning the crowd anxiously.
"Where are your friends? Have they already left?"
As always, my brain had an answer. But my tongue knew better than to say it out loud.
"Sonam, let her go, or she'll be late," Papa said, planting a kiss on my forehead and adjusting the straps of my bag. "Have a great time, and see you in a month, meri beti."
"I'll be back before you know it," I promised again as I turned and walked away.
We were guided to our assigned seats for the flight. Thankfully, I was grouped with students from other branches.
Everyone was a little awkward—just like me. Which was oddly comforting.
I stared out the window as the plane ascended, watching the world shrink beneath us. I took out my phone to snap a few pictures.
"Can't even send them during the flight," I muttered to myself with a small smile.
The girl beside me suddenly spoke. "Can we switch seats during landing?" Her voice was soft, almost hesitant.
Startled, I hesitated, my mind racing for a polite response.
My brain had a habit of freezing during unexpected interactions.
"You don't have to if you don't want to," she added quickly, sensing my discomfort. "I can manage."
