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As the clock struck 5 PM, a soft golden hue spilled through the window, casting a warm glow across the room. I lingered by the glass, cradling my cup of coffee, its rich aroma swirling around me like a comforting embrace.
Each sip was a moment of bliss, a gentle reminder of the beautiful memories that danced in my mind—carefree days, laughter shared, and a warmth that felt like home.
Just as I lost myself in this reverie, a series of sharp knocks shattered the tranquility, reverberating through the space like a sudden storm.
"Knock, knock," the sound demanded attention, pulling me from my thoughts. I turned my chair, anticipating mingling with annoyance, and called out,
“Come in,” hoping for a reprieve from the weight of my own heartache.
"Did you find her?" I asked, the words laced with hope and desperation, the yearning for a positive response etched across my face.
“Come on, don’t ask me the same question every day. Change it, move on,” Arjun replied, his tone blunt and unyielding. His words stung, igniting a fierce flash of anger in me.
“I...I mean, Krish, I think you should move on. It’s been two years. It’s been two years, and we're still searching for her,” he continued, his expression a mix of concern and disbelief.
“I don’t need your advice, Arjun. I need her. And why should I move on?” I shot back, my frustration bubbling over as I turned my gaze to the flickering screen of my laptop, seeking solace in the glow of its pixels.
“The university topper and the CEO are now acting all dumb. It’s been two years. I think she might have also moved on from you and her past...” he began, but I couldn’t let him finish.
