They were an unbreakable couple since school. Still, he cheated on her.
She loved him with all of her. Still, he broke her into millions of pieces.
She has no one except him. He has someone other than her.
She was tolerating bad behavior of his fami...
Ek chand tha mera jo badalon main kho gaya Maine badal hatne ka intezaar kiya Toh woh chand kisi aur ka ho gaya
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After a week had passed,
Mishti couldn't shake the uneasy feeling that something was off with Raj. He had always been attentive, eager to spend time with her, but now, it felt like he was slipping away. The distance between them was growing, and it gnawed at her heart.
Mishti sat cross-legged on her bed, her fingers restlessly picking at a piece of popcorn from the bowl between her and Riya. Her eyes flickered with unease, not fully present as she tossed the popcorn back in. "Riya, I don't know what happened with Raj..." her voice trailed off, the weight of her thoughts pressing her shoulders down.
Riya, sensing the heaviness in the air, scooted closer, her brows furrowing with concern. She had known Mishti long enough to see the cracks forming behind her friend's forced calm. "What exactly happened?" she asked, her voice soft, leaning in as if hoping to catch more than just words.
Mishti sighed, her chest rising and falling with exhaustion, and shifted uncomfortably as she gathered her thoughts. Her hands moved as she spoke, almost pleadingly, trying to make sense of it all. "It feels like he's avoiding me, Riya," she began, her fingers dancing through the air. "It's been a week. Every day, he's out, God knows where, and when he finally comes back late at night, it's always the same line—'I'm tired, Mishti, let's talk next time.'"
Her hands dropped into her lap as she slumped against the headboard. The silence that followed felt heavier, almost as if it echoed the absence Mishti had been feeling. Her eyes shimmered with unshed tears, a faint reflection of her confusion and hurt.
Riya pursed her lips in thought, her hand instinctively reaching out to rest on Mishti's arm, offering a small comfort. "Arre... shaadi hone wali hai uski, tension me hoga... jeene de na usko shaadi se pehle thoda," Riya suggested, her voice gentle, trying to offer a logical explanation. (You guys are going to marry; maybe he's stressed. Let him live a little before marriage.)
But Riya's light-hearted attempt to soothe her didn't quite reach the core of Mishti's anxiety. The reassurance felt distant, like trying to catch smoke with bare hands. Mishti's gaze dropped, her chest tightening as she whispered, "Haa maine toh 20 shaadiya kar rakhi hai...aur mai apne mumma papa ka sath hu apne ghar me jaha log ho mujhse baat krne ke liye..." (Yeah...it's my 20th marriage, right? And I'm in my own house, with my parents, where I have people to talk to...) Her voice cracked slightly.
"But here, it's just...me. I miss my mom and dad, Riya." Mishti paused, her emotions surfacing like waves threatening to break free. "Every daughter wants her parents with her for her big day. I'm so unlucky..."
Riya immediately pulled her into a hug, her warmth a temporary balm to Mishti's pain. Mishti clung to her friend, her tears now silently streaming down her cheeks. The longing for the familiar, the loss of her parents, and the distance Raj had created in her life felt like an unbearable weight.
