Love will Follow

Chapter 11

तू तू है वही दिल ने जिसे अपना कहा
तू है जहा मै हू वहाँ
अब तो यह जीना तेरे बिन है सज़ा

You are the one whom my heart has called my own,
you are where I am,
now this life without you is a punishment..

THIRD PERSON'S POV

The morning sun peered through the curtains, casting a gentle glow across the room. Gautam, already dressed for work, glanced at the clock and realized time was slipping away. He rushed to Nandini's side, gently shaking her shoulders.

"Nandini... Nandini, wake up! Don't you want to go to college?" Gautam's voice carried urgency as he tried to rouse her from her slumber.

Nandini, lost in the remnants of a deep sleep, grunted in response, turning away and burying her face in the pillow. Gautam, undeterred, persisted in his efforts.

"Come on, don't act like a baby. You'll be late!" Gautam urged, his tone a mix of concern and impatience.

Nandini, still half-asleep, mumbled a protest. "Ummm... let me sleep."

Gautam sighed, realizing he needed a more effective strategy. "Fine! Then don't come running to me that I didn't wake you up on time." With that, he briskly left the room to fetch his lunchbox from the kitchen.

As Gautam disappeared from view, Nandini, now slightly more awake, rolled over and checked the time on her phone. Panic set in as she realized how late it was. She hurriedly threw off her blanket, scrambling to get ready for the day.

Gautam returned to the room, lunchbox in hand, to find Nandini in a frenzy. She had changed into a yellow kurti and light brown trousers, hastily gathering her books and notebooks.

"Gautam, why didn't you wake me up earlier?" Nandini scolded, her eyes wide with realization.

"I tried, but you were in your own world," he retorted and left the room. hurriedly.

Nandini, now fully aware of the time crunch, rushed to the kitchen to prepare her lunchbox.

The clatter of utensils echoed in the kitchen as Nandini prepared her lunch, looking forward to a quiet meal with Gautam. However, her anticipation turned into disappointment when she realized he had left for work without a word.

Nandini stood there, a sense of frustration building up within her. "Gautam could have at least told me he was leaving," she muttered to herself, her disappointment palpable.

As she packed her lunch, Nandini's mind replayed the events of the past week. Gautam's increasing workload had created a growing distance between them. They barely had moments to share, and the once vibrant connection they had seemed to be fading away.

She sighed, realizing how their interactions had become mere exchanges of information rather than moments of connection. The absence of shared laughter and meaningful conversations weighed heavily on Nandini's heart.