𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒
𝑩𝒍𝒖𝒓𝒃
He says he can wait.
That he'll heal me, love me, treat me like I'm something whole. But what happens when he steps into the wreckage of a heart so broken, so bruised, that there's...
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We were snapping photos of the sky and sunset, completely lost in the moment, when my phone buzzed—it was Vedika Di. The signal here was patchy, but thanks to an app Eve had installed on my phone with Di's help, I could still receive calls.
"Evyaan, where's Samayara? We've been trying to reach her, but she's not answering. Is she alright? And why hasn't she installed the app I told Eve about?" Vedika Di's voice carried a sharp edge of concern.
I realized we'd lost track of time—and our phones. Cursing under my breath, I quickly reassured her. "Di, she's with me. You can video call my phone instead."
When the call connected, Samayara leaned into the screen, her voice steady yet apologetic. "I'm sorry, Di, Maa, Papa. My battery died, so I left my phone in the room and came here to clear my head."
I stood back, out of the frame, feeling like an intruder in their conversation. Their exchange was warm, genuine—almost surreal. It reminded me of the perfect families you see in movies. Turns out, they do exist, just not for everyone.
As their conversation wound down, I heard an affectionate feminine voice call out to me.
"Evyaan beta, how are you? Are you okay?" Her mother asked, concern lacing her tone.
"I'm more than perfect, Aunty, now that you've asked," I replied, trying to keep my grin in check. But Samayara caught it and shot me a look—half amused, half confused. Her gaze made me feel exposed, like I'd been caught slipping into a rare moment of ease.
"Thank God, beta. You've handled everything so bravely. We're very proud of you," her dad added, his voice steady and warm.
For a moment, I felt something unfamiliar—appreciation. Genuine and rare, it swelled in my chest, breaking through the usual walls. His words hit me deeper than I'd expected, lifting a weight I hadn't realized I was carrying. Samayara seemed brighter after speaking with her parents, her smile reflecting the comfort and happiness their support had brought her.
"Is it possible that you might like my mother?" Samayara asked cautiously, her expression unreadable.
"What? No, I... I just appreciated how affectionate she was," I replied, half scoffing, thrown off by her conclusion.
"Thank God," she said, pretending to be relieved before her face broke into laughter. "I really thought it was strange because you were literally glowing while replying."
She wasn't wrong—I probably did look like a kid who'd just been handed his favorite candy. But honestly, I didn't regret it.
"Yeah, okay, maybe I was a little too enthusiastic," I admitted as her laughter made me chuckle too.
The hours slipped by unnoticed. The sun set, and the moon took its place, casting a silvery glow across the dark sky.
We spent six hours talking—about life, the chaos of the past few days, and everything in between. It felt like we'd forgotten, or maybe were pretending to forget, the incident from the morning. But no matter how much we tried, it lingered in the back of my mind, refusing to fade.
