ADHURI KAHANI: A tale of an amnesic bond

3. AFTER SEVEN YEARS

Oh my god!!! this song!!! This song perfectly describe this chapter and the entire story . This has to be the theme song of this book. When i named this "ADHURI KAHANI" i had no idea that this song named adhuri kahani will fit the book this much... hahaha

INAAYA POV

As I gazed upon his face, time seemed to stand still. A chilling wave surged through my veins, freezing me in place. The blood in my body ran cold. My brain struggled to comprehend the sight in front of my eyes. Tiny hairs on my skin stood up as goosebumps ran across my body.

My inner voice was screaming, my own voice echoing in my ears, uttering several things that deafened me to all external noise, if there was any. I tried to vocalize the confusion and disbelief churning within me through words, but none came out. It was as if my voice got stuck in my throat.

Before me, he sits. After 7 years of absence... 7 long years, he shows up. Yet, when I study his eyes, I find nothing but unfamiliarity. His once warm, brown orbs are now veiled with darkness, devoid of any emotions, with a coldness that chills the air. His rosy pink pigmented lips, which once used to mold in a tender curve in my presence, now refuse to smile.

Am I looking at the same person? How can his face be so familiar, yet his essence a mystery? Is he the same person, the Ishaan I once loved? The love that remained unspoken seven years ago, the love that refuses to fade? Is he truly the Ishaan that resides in my memories, or a specter of the past, wearing a guise of indifference over the soul I once knew?

"Ishaan", the only word that came out my mouth was his name that too in a whisper

The physical distance between us is just a table away, but if one questions me about the gap between our hearts...

I don't have the answer to that. I myself am figuring it out

The silence that hangs in the air is heavy with questions left unanswered as I try to grasp the reality of his presence.

I yearn to peel back the layers, to uncover the secrets of his absence at the same time of his comeback as a CEO, to bridge the gap between the person I remember and the enigma sitting across from me. Yet, the more I search for familiarity, the more I get lost in his cold, dark eyes that hold nothing but mystery.

Where was he all these years?

Why did he not contact me in these seven years?

No calls. No messages. Nothing

How is he here?

How did he became the CEO here?

He never told me about his parents being the CEO of the company, they were seven days a week outside India for business purposes

Questions and questions and questions clouded in my mind but i could not find answer to any of them...

A voice reached my ears, interrupting my inner voice that had been ringing in my ears until now, saving me from drowning in my own thoughts...

"Miss Inaaya"

I saw him standing up from his seat through my blurry vision, and that's when I realized tears welled up in my eyes, unknowingly. He extended his hand to me, the corner of his lips lifting upwards, forming a tender curve. He flashed me a smile... a professional one.

This is not my Ishaan.

This cannot be my Ishaan.

Why does his smile seem so unfamiliar? The curve of his lips, once a source of warmth and familiarity, now appears as if it belongs to a stranger-a stranger with a known face but an unknown soul.