Asha khan : book 1 "the unraveling"

BOYS

I stormed over to Diya's place, my head still spinning from the bombshell my parents dropped on me. As soon as I burst through her door, Diya knew something was up.

"Hey, Asha, what's wrong?" she asked, concern written all over her face.

I flopped down on her bed, letting out a frustrated groan. "It's my parents," I muttered. "They've gone and arranged some stupid marriage for me with some rich guy I've never even met."

Diya's eyes widened in disbelief. "Are you serious? That's insane!"

"Yeah, tell me about it," I replied, running a hand through my hair. "I feel like I'm living in the Dark Ages or something. I thought we were supposed to have a say in our own lives, you know?"

Diya nodded sympathetically. "Totally. It's your life, Asha. You should be the one calling the shots, not your parents."

I sighed, feeling a little better knowing that Diya was on my side. "I just don't know what to do," I admitted. "I don't want to let them control me, but I also don't want to disappoint them."

Diya placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder. "You'll figure it out, Asha. Just remember, I've got your back no matter what.

Tears streamed down my cheeks, and I buried my face in my hands, feeling overwhelmed by the weight of it all. 

Every thought was a whirlwind of confusion, frustration, and fear, and I couldn't seem to find a way out of the storm.

Diya sat beside me, offering silent comfort as I let the tears flow freely. She didn't try to offer solutions or empty reassurances. 

Instead, she simply stayed by my side, a steadfast presence in the midst of my turmoil.

I cried until there were no tears left, my chest heaving with each shaky breath. But even as the tears dried on my cheeks, a glimmer of determination flickered within me.

 I knew I couldn't let my parents dictate my future, no matter how daunting the prospect of defying them seemed.

Wiping away the last of my tears, I looked up at Diya with a newfound resolve. "Thanks," I said hoarsely, my voice still thick with emotion. 

"I don't know what I'd do without you."

Diya smiled softly, squeezing my hand in reassurance. "Anytime, Asha. We'll get through this together."

As we shared stories and jokes, laughter bubbled up between us, filling the air with an infectious energy.

 Our worries momentarily forgotten, we reveled in the warmth of each other's company, finding solace in the simple act of being together.

 With every peal of laughter, the weight on my shoulders grew lighter, replaced by a sense of freedom and joy.

 In that moment, surrounded by the carefree laughter of my friend, I felt a glimmer of hope that no matter what challenges lay ahead, I would always have Diya by my side

As we kicked back on the couch, the convo shifted to all the awkward and cray stuff that comes with puberty, ya know? Diya and I couldn't help but crack up as we shared our most embarrassing moments - like when my voice went all squeaky during a presentation, or when Diya tripped over nothing in the hallway.

 We were all about swapping tales of navigating the wild world of hormones and crushes, joking about the cringe-worthy moments and unexpected attractions. 

In between giggles and shared stories, we were just vibing, knowing that we were all going through the same awkward rollercoaster ride of teenagehood, one hilarious hiccup at a tim

As we lounged on the couch, Diya couldn't help but tease me about my lack of curves while she proudly flaunted her well-formed assets. Sure, it was a bit awkward, but we laughed it off, joking about our differences and how we were each unique in our own way. 

Despite the playful banter, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of insecurity, wondering if I'd ever catch up to Diya's confidence. 

But hey, we were just being real with each other, embracing our quirks and imperfections as we navigated the ups and downs of teenage life together.