The above aesthetic just a try, author is very dumb in phone and editing , so just to explore wattpad I tried thats it...... Dont think 'isss this writer is very cringe.' No offense ryt friends.
Okay I know I never interacted with any of the reader, because I very bad at start conversation.
So lets play a game..
I will come up with different games in different Chapter so no boring games. (if this doesn't work, sure I gonna delete this entire conversation don't mind me wrong).
This Chapter game is guess the truth.(hint: there are multiple truth too)
1. Writer is aged under 18.
2. Writer is doesn't know how to drive any of the vehicles.
3. Writer is state level basketball player.
4. I was caught with parents while discussing about LGBTQ+ topic with my friends.
5. I was make up with my ex twice after serious break up.(U can try your, I gonna guess.)
U will get answer in next updates..
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Adishh POV:
It's been a week since our fight, and we haven't talked since. I keep thinking about how she's supposed to fly out to Sweden in five days. The silence between us is just getting heavier. Every day that passes makes me more anxious, thinking this might be it—that she might actually leave for good this time. We've had our share of arguments before, but this feels different, like if we don't fix things now, we might never get another chance. I know I should probably call or something, but after how we left things, I'm not even sure she wants to hear from me. Every time I think about reaching out, I end up pacing around, worried she'll just shut me down. But then again, I miss her like crazy. The apartment feels so empty without her, and it's like every corner reminds me of her. I've got to do something, right? I mean, I can't just let her go without trying to make things right.
Yes my heart is just screaming to go and stop her from leaving for Sweden. But then, I keep replaying that moment in the hospital when she insulted me. It stings, you know? I mean, I believe in putting love above all, but then there's self-respect too, which I can't just toss aside. I'm really stuck here, wrestling with my feelings. Should I just let go of my pride and make things right, or should I stand my ground? It’s a tough spot to be in, really.
Flashback:
I was buried in my thesis work in the empty dormitory of the hospital, trying to juggle reading and writing, when I heard footsteps approaching. Looking up, I saw Ankitha entering the room. "Hi Dr. Adishh," she greeted, taking a seat across from me.
I wasn't really in the mood for interruptions. "How did you know I was here?" I asked.
"I asked Trishul," she replied, casually placing her hands on my shoulders. Just then, Trishul walked in with Adhya. My spirits lifted at the sight of her, but Ankitha’s intrusive behavior was grating on me. I managed a smile for Adhya, though she turned her face away, clearly upset. "Trishul, just hand over the thesis papers soon. I've got a ton of work on my plate," she said briskly.
"But it’s lunch break, isn't it?" I pointed out, only to be met with silence.
As she made to leave, I reached out, catching her hand, pleading with my eyes for her to pause. She stopped, turning to face me.
"You guys fought again?" Trishul asked, looking between us.
"No, just an argument," I responded, trying to keep the peace.
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🌸𝔇𝔬𝔠𝔱𝔬𝔯 𝔏𝔬𝔳𝔢🌸 (Completed )
General FictionLove - drama - care - struggle - respect - simple - heartwarming this are foundation of this story. Adishh and Adhya are indication of current generation. "He maybe introvert and silent, but his love scream talk and chase me." "She is defenition of...