𝔽𝕠𝕣𝕔𝕖𝕕 𝕀𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝔽𝕠𝕣𝕖𝕝𝕤𝕜𝕖𝕥

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A week had slipped by, and Neha resumed her duties at the hospital. However, the atmosphere wasn't quite the same. She sensed the shift in the air, the exchanged glances among the staff, as if whispers about her had circulated in the corridors. Despite her attempts to remain unfazed, the subtle change bothered her. The hospital, once a familiar and comforting place, now felt like a space where invisible judgments, which she couldn't even understand lingered.

At home, the tension between Neha and Siddharth remained palpable. The silence between them spoke volumes, laden with unspoken emotions—perhaps anger, maybe guilt. It was an enigmatic of unexpressed feelings. Yet, amidst the unspoken rift, there was an underlying concern. Neha observed Siddharth's nightly routine, waiting until she was asleep to ensure she took her medication and monitoring her temperature. On the flip side, Siddharth noted how, despite her illness, Neha ensured a warm meal awaited him upon his late return. Their actions spoke louder than the words they couldn't bring themselves to say.

Nevertheless, even in the unspoken tension, Neha found solace in Joseph's early return. His and Vasundhara's presence somehow injected a semblance of life back into the house, or so she believed.

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Joseph found Vasundhara in her room, meticulously refolding clothes that were already neatly arranged. He knocked on the door, prompting her to turn around with a wide smile as she welcomed him in.

Va Jose'uh, yenna venum?

Vasundhara asked, to which Joseph shook his head. She smiled in satisfaction before resuming her task. Joseph stood there, expecting her to speak up, but she remained silent. He sighed wearily, feeling the weight of unspoken words hanging in the air.

Nee yenna panitu irukae Vasu? 

Patha therila? Thuni madhicitu iruken. 

Joseph shook his head, 

Nee sogama irukae. Othuko Vasu.

Vasundhara stopped, her entire being freezing in place. The calm and unbothered facade she'd been maintaining since the past week shattered. She looked up at Joseph, who stood by her door with a troubled expression, as the weight of unspoken emotions hung heavily in the air.

Na yedhuku sogama irukanum?

Yenna nee athana varsham kudha vazhndhavaru illama poitaru

Having experienced loss before, Joseph understood that the best way to cope with the grief of losing someone you loved is not to move past it but to move through it. And as a friend, he wanted Vasundhara to know that, he didn't want her to suffer the way he did. He moved to sit beside Vasundhara as she plopped on the bed, her eyes cast on the floor. 

Amalae?

Vasundhara couldn't fully grasp the reality of the situation. The man she had shared her life with for years, even if not happily, and with the lingering hope that someday he might come to appreciate her, was now gone. She believed she had stopped caring for him the moment he left, but now, in the midst of grief, she realized that somewhere deep in the recesses of her heart, a fragment of care lingered.

Joseph sat quietly beside his friend, providing a comforting presence as she let her tears flow. The weight of the past and the complexities of emotions were surfacing, revealing the layers of pain and memories that she thought she had buried.