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Inside the room, Bondita, hearing his voice, felt a familiar surge of emotions. The decision to remain silent or confront the unresolved feelings weighed heavily on her. Anirudh, on the other side of the door, waited patiently, his heart echoing the cadence of a moment that held the potential to redefine their shared journey.
In the sanctuary of her room, Bondita wrestled with the conflicting emotions that Anirudh's presence invoked. The Sunday sun filtered through the curtains, casting a gentle glow on the walls adorned with memories of shared laughter and unspoken confessions.
As Anirudh's voice reached her through the closed door, Bondita's heart fluttered with a mix of apprehension and an unspoken yearning. The weight of unresolved feelings hung in the air, making it difficult for her to decide whether to face the impending conversation or retreat into the safety of silence.
"Can I bear to see him again? What if the pain intensifies? I can't let him witness the turmoil within me," Bondita pondered, her fingers tracing the edges of a cherished photograph that adorned her bedside table.
The sound of Anirudh's gentle knocking persisted, a rhythmic reminder of the choice that awaited her. Bondita, her eyes glistening with unshed tears, took a deep breath, summoning the strength to face the uncertainties that lay beyond the closed door.
"Maybe I can do this. Maybe we can find a way to understand each other, to make sense of what has happened," Bondita whispered to herself, a silent affirmation echoing in the quiet room.
With hesitant steps, she approached the door, her trembling hand hovering over the handle. The echo of Anirudh's plea lingered in the air, and Bondita, with a mix of anticipation and trepidation, slowly opened the door.
Their eyes met, and the unspoken history between them unfolded in that silent exchange. Bondita, her gaze a mosaic of emotions, found herself standing at the threshold of a conversation that had the power to shape the trajectory of their intertwined destinies.
As Bondita slowly opened the door, her eyes met Anirudh's concerned gaze, creating a charged atmosphere heavy with the unspoken. Anirudh's voice, a gentle inquiry, filled the room.
"Bondita, kya hua? tum..tum.. kal college kyu nahi aayi?" Anirudh's concern cut through the silence, creating ripples in the emotional fabric that enveloped them.
Bondita, her gaze still avoiding his, managed a weak smile. "Woh..woh... I... I've been feeling unwell. It's nothing serious, just a fever. I thought it best to rest at home," she explained, her voice carrying a hint of vulnerability.
Anirudh, his brows furrowing with genuine worry, stepped closer. "Fever? Bondita, you should have told me. I would have come to check on you."
Bondita, torn between the desire to be comforted by his presence and the need to maintain a facade of strength, responded, "I didn't want to bother you, sir. I thought I could manage on my own."
