Yes,No,maybe

Ice cream 🍦

Aarohi's pov
The hospital corridors buzzed with activity as I hurried through, my mind still tangled in the chaos of the day's cases. Despite the relentless pace of the ER, there was a familiar comfort in the rhythm of my work, a steady beat amidst the tumultuous sea of medical emergencies.
Home awaited me, a sanctuary shared with my dearest friend, Ishika. As I stepped into our cozy apartment, the aroma of a home-cooked meal enveloped me, a warm embrace after a long day. Ishika, ever the thoughtful friend, had prepared dinner, yet her attention seemed elsewhere, lost in the depths of a prank call.
With a sigh of resignation, I settled down at the table, my mind drifting to the party Ishika had mentioned. Despite her attempts to coax me into attending, I couldn't shake the weight of my impending hospital shift, a convenient excuse for my reluctance to embrace social gatherings.

2 Days later,

Ishika concocted a harmless fib, sparing me from another party invitation while I indulged in one of my favorite pastimes—grocery shopping. Armed with a list, I navigated the aisles with purpose, only to be thwarted by the sight of the last box of my beloved ice cream flavor, tantalizingly close yet cruelly out of reach But as my fingers reached out, anticipation hanging in the air like a promise, my heart plummeted. The last box, snatched away by another shopper. My disappointment was palpable, a bitter taste lingering on my tongue.
Approaching the culprit, a smirk playing on his lips, my frustration boiled over. "That's mine," I declared, my voice betraying a hint of desperation.
His words retort stung, his words a barb aimed at my height. "Well, I got here first, shorty," he taunted, his arrogance grating against my pride.
In that moment, I felt the weight of his words, a reminder of my insecurities. But I refused to let him see my vulnerability. "I may be short, but I'm also a doctor," I shot back, a fleeting sense of defiance fueling my words. "That means I'm smarter than you."
Our argument escalated, each word a battle cry in the war for the last scoop. But as the standoff reached its climax, I found myself conceding defeat. Handing over the ice cream felt like surrendering a piece of myself, a bitter pill to swallow.
As I trudged homeward, the disappointment followed me like a shadow, darkening my mood with each step. And when I discovered that my beloved flavor was also unavailable online, it felt like a cruel twist of fate.
Venting my frustrations to Ishika, my friend and confidante, offered a brief respite from the storm raging within. Yet, her attempt to console me fell short, her light-heartedness a stark contrast to my somber mood.
For me, the ice cream was more than just a sweet treat. It was a moment of solace in a world filled with chaos, a small pleasure to brighten even the darkest of days.
As Ishika bid me farewell, off to chase her own brand of happiness at a party, I was left alone with my thoughts. The disappointment lingered, a bitter taste in the back of my mind, reminding me that sometimes, even the smallest joys can slip through our fingers, leaving us grasping at shadows..

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