" 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐡 "
Advait Agnihotry... He was my pride.
My heart.
The reason I breathed.
But now... now for the first time in my life-I qu...
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It was the morning of the day Diya and Advait were supposed to leave for the event organized in Pune. The city outside buzzed with the usual weekday rhythm, unaware that inside the Sharma mansion, chaos and emotions brewed in their own domestic way.
Their flight from Delhi to Pune was scheduled for seven in the evening. The day had been a mixture of last-minute preparations, subtle teasing, and a quiet undercurrent of excitement that neither of them voiced aloud.
Both Diya Sharma and Advait Agnihotry were names that commanded immense respect and admiration from the youth of the country. They were not just successful individuals but icons of ambition, grace, and integrity. People loved them not because of their wealth or status, but because despite the power and prestige they held, they remained simple—grounded in humility and quiet strength.
Perhaps that was what made them so compatible. Both of them were reserved in nature. They didn't need words to fill the silence between them; they understood the comfort that existed in quiet companionship. There was no pressure to talk, no need to perform. They could sit beside each other, lost in their own thoughts, and still feel the presence of something meaningful between them.
"Diya, Thepla pack kar du?" her mother, Divya, asked from the kitchen doorway, interrupting Diya's packing.
"Maa!" Diya exclaimed, horrified.
"What?" Divya pouted innocently. "It's a long flight, baby."
Her father, Dishant Sharma, who was reading the newspaper, couldn't help but chuckle at his wife's antics. "Divi, she's not traveling in economy class," he teased.
"Exactly! Maa, and—" Diya began, but Samaira, her younger sister, tiptoed behind their mother and whispered something in Divya's ear.
Divya's eyes immediately gleamed with mischief, and she turned toward her elder daughter with a smirk that made Diya's stomach twist in anticipation.
"You sure you're going just for the event, or do you have... other plans?" Divya asked slyly.
Diya's eyes widened in disbelief. She turned to glare at her sister, who was grinning like a fox that had just stolen a hen and was now hiding behind their father for safety.
"Diya, jaldi karo. Advait aayega na lene tumhe?" her mother teased again, this time unable to suppress her smile.
"Advait is going with you?" her father's eyebrows shot up immediately.
Typical father. Overprotective to the core.
Divya rolled her eyes and moved toward him with mock irritation. "Shaadi honi hai dono ki kuch hafto mein, Mr. Sharma. Kindly keep this protective father mode in your pocket for now," she said pointedly.
Dishant immediately went quiet, gulping softly—because no one, not even his daughters, dared to challenge the lady of the house.
"Mumma is scary," Samaira muttered under her breath, trying to hide her smile.
