I Fell First

Vedansh- the childhood sweetheart

Anayna: this is a letter for you Parth.

Parth: ..................

Paarth: Saanvi let's go on a date together.

Saanvi : sure, Parth.

Anayna bolted upright in bed, her heart hammering against her chest as the remnants of the nightmare clung to her like a suffocating shroud. The dream had felt so real, so vivid, that even now she could still feel the sting of rejection echoing in her bones.

In the dream, she had mustered every ounce of courage she possessed to hand Parth the letter—a letter overflowing with the raw intensity of her emotions. But instead of acknowledging her vulnerability, Parth had brushed her aside, his attention already captured by Saanvi, leaving Anayna to drown in a sea of unrequited longing.

The memory of the dream sent shivers down her spine as she peeled the damp sheets away from her clammy skin. She felt as though she had been plunged into icy waters, her mind reeling from the emotional onslaught of her subconscious.

As she stumbled out of bed and made her way to the bathroom, Anayna couldn't shake off the feeling of unease that clung to her like a second skin. The mirror reflected back a pale, haggard version of herself—a stark contrast to the composed facade she wore during the waking hours.

Splashing cold water on her face, Anayna tried to ground herself in the present, to shake off the lingering tendrils of the nightmare that threatened to drag her back into its depths. But the memory of Parth's dismissive gaze lingered like a shadow, casting a pall over her already fragile state of mind.

With a heavy sigh, Anayna resigned herself to the fact that sleep would elude her for the remainder of the day. As she wrapped herself in a blanket and made her way to the living room, she couldn't help but wonder if her subconscious was trying to tell her something—if perhaps the fears and insecurities that plagued her waking hours had found a voice in the twisted landscape of her dreams.

As the first rays of dawn painted the sky in hues of pink and gold, Anayna sat alone in the quiet stillness of the early morning, grappling with the aftermath of a nightmare that felt all too real.

It had been a month after Parth and Saanvi's relation was known by Anayna and now she was okay with it. Though yeah, how could her friends still let go of teasing her, making names of her ex-crush like- garlic sauce?

Omg, they are hilarious.

Despite Advait's infrequent presence due to his demanding class 12 practical exams, Vishika's gaze remained ever vigilant whenever the bus neared his stop. The routine had become ingrained in her daily life—a silent anticipation that stirred within her every time she boarded the bus, a flicker of hope that today might be the day when she would catch a glimpse of him.

As the bus rumbled along its familiar route, Vishika couldn't help but steal glances out the window, her eyes scanning the passing scenery with restless anticipation. The minutes stretched into hours, each heartbeat echoing the rhythm of her longing as she waited for the familiar sight of Advait's figure stepping onto the bus.