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"Describe your ex in one word." The question hung in the air like an uninvited guest, and Armaan’s voice cut through the playful atmosphere, turning the light-hearted game into a tense moment.
I hesitated, searching for the right word that would encapsulate the whirlwind of emotions and memories.
"Uhmm... I think trauma... Yes, he gave me trauma, nothing else," I confessed, my gaze drifting towards Krish, whose expression was a mixture of admiration and unspoken sorrow, glistening tears threatening to spill from his eyes. Armaan chuckled, his laughter a stark contrast to the heaviness of my revelation.
"Waise mene ise kabhi bhi trauma mein nhi dekha hai... Par chalo next..." he continued, his tone lightening the mood once more.
But the air was thick with unaddressed feelings, and as the game went on, I felt the tension shift back to Krish when Armaan pointed at him, asking,
"Truth or dare?" "Dare," Krish declared, a smirk playing on his lips, as if the game was a welcome diversion from the weight of reality.
He was typically a workhorse, never one to indulge in games or frivolity, yet today felt different—an exception to his usual rigor. Yet, beneath that confident facade lay an unwillingness to confront his emotions, a stubborn refusal to see things from anyone else's perspective.
"Hmm, okay... But we are in a car, so I will ask you the truth," Armaan announced, the hint of mischief evident in his voice. Krish sighed, annoyance creeping into his demeanor. Uff, this Armaan. If he was aware of our car confinement, why initiate a game at all?
"Tell the name of your first love and describe her in one word?" Armaan asked, the question sharp and direct. I could feel the tension rise, knowing this would stir something deep within Krish—the guy who had never quite shared his past openly.
