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"This is my first time going over. I wonder if Abhi's still asleep. Honestly, it'd be kinda cute if I caught him napping. Is that weird? Okay, Siya, calm down. When did you get all boy-crazy? You really need to chill," she thought, smiling to herself, trying to shake off the excitement that was creeping up on her.
"What's with the grin, princess?" Virajas asked, eyeing her curiously. "Nothing, Papa. Just heading over to Abhi's place," Siya replied casually.
"Isn't it a bit early for that, Miss Arora?" Purvi chimed in with a raised eyebrow. "Not going for him, Mumma. I promised Aunt Aarti I'd help her unpack," Siya clarified, trying to brush off the teasing.
"And what's in the tiffin, Siya?" Purvi added, eyeing the container in her daughter's hand. "Oh, just baked some cookies," Siya said, acting nonchalant.
"Ah, I see. Well, have fun with Abhimanyu," Purvi teased, a smirk playing on her lips. Siya rolled her eyes, catching the playful tone. "Mumma..." she muttered, heading out the door.
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"Good morning, Auntie," Siya greeted as she stepped into the Singhania living room, which was cluttered with boxes and unpacked items. "Oh, I'm sorry, dear. You have to wade through all this mess," Aarti apologized, looking around. "It's no problem at all. I'm here to help now," Siya reassured her with a smile.
Aarti glanced toward Abhimanyu's room. "Let me go wake him up. He should help too." "No, Auntie, let him sleep a bit longer. We can wake him up after we get some of this stuff sorted," Siya suggested. Aarti smiled, nodding.
"Alright. I'll make us some coffee, and then we'll drag him out here to lend a hand." "Oh, sounds perfect, Auntie," Siya replied, grinning.
"Auntie, can I ask you something?" Siya finally gathered the nerve, her voice a bit uncertain. "Of course, dear," Aarti replied with her usual warmth.
"Who's the other guy with Abhi on his wallpaper? What's his past? Is there something I should know, Auntie?" Siya blurted out, unable to contain her curiosity.
Aarti paused, her expression thoughtful. "No, child, I wouldn't say it's unimportant. Our past shapes us, and it can influence our future, but it's Abhimanyu's story to tell, his life to navigate."
Siya's eyes widened slightly, unsure how to respond, but Aarti continued. "All I know is, Abhi needs you in his life. I can see the change in him, see him coming out of that introverted shell he's been trapped in. Losing you would set him back, maybe worse than before."
"And as for that boy," Aarti added, glancing at Siya, "I could tell you, but I think it'd be better coming from Abhimanyu. It'll mean more, and it's important for your relationship—wherever that might be headed."
"Auntie, I think you might have the wrong idea," Siya admitted softly, feeling a bit lost. Aarti smiled knowingly. "You're overthinking, Siya. I'm a mother, after all. I've seen all this before with Karan. Trust me, I can sense these things. Just give it time, and let Abhimanyu show you who he is."
