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The sound of a knock echoed through the quiet room, reverberating off the walls and jolting Mr. Jha from his thoughts. With an inviting gesture, he welcomed the visitors inside, and as the door swung open, my heart caught in my throat. There she was—my Moonlight, illuminating the space with her presence after what felt like an eternity.
Two years of absence crashed over me like a tidal wave, and in that fleeting moment, I longed to pull her close, to express the whirlwind of emotions that bubbled within me—joy, anger, longing.
As our eyes met, the world around us faded away, encapsulating us in a bubble of unspoken history. Even after all this time, her gaze held that same magnetic allure that had drawn me in from the very beginning.
“Bhai, we found her,” Arjun whispered, relief lacing his voice, but I barely registered his words, entranced by the depths of her enchanting stare. Mr. Jha gestured for her and the man accompanying her to take a seat as the meeting kicked off, yet my focus was solely on her.
The woman I once knew was transformed; gone were the traditional dresses, the jhumka earrings, and the familiar bindi on her forehead. In her new attire, she appeared more modern, perhaps distant, but in my heart, she was still the same.
She may think I’ve forgotten her, but my love endured, unwavering and steadfast. She was my first love, my last, my only. Her eyes sparkled with unspoken truths, and though she turned away when I sought her gaze, her smile betrayed her feelings—an echo of our shared past.
As the meeting drew to a close, we rose to exchange handshakes, and I greeted the man by her side with a firm grip, despite the simmering jealousy that ignited within me as he whispered sweet nothings into her ear.
For a moment, our eyes locked again, but then I noticed the disapproving look Avni shot him as he held her hand for a moment. I reached for her, desperate to bridge the gap between us, but she slipped past me, heading for the door and leaving my heart in tatters. The certainty of my love for her flickered like a candle in the wind—she would always be mine, and I believed she felt the same.
