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Heights. A simple word but capable of conjuring all sorts of images and emotions in life's crazy theater. You mention heights, and some people start shaking in their boots of taking a step and meeting their doom. But then, those exact same people will climb to crazy heights in the hound of success and wealth, driven by some unstoppable ambition.
But for me, it's the complete opposite. Heights in general don't faze me much, but the heights of success? They're my weak spot, and they're proving all too real in my present situation.
I've poured sweat like it's second nature to get my business back on track, all in the hope that once it's done, I'll finally be with my Nitya. But now, the heights I've reached are turning out to be the very thing that's driving us apart.
The heights that have grown between us are no longer just about social differences as they used to be. They now cover a lot more ground. There's a noticeable difference in our lives. A divergence in our emotions. An imbalance in our connections. We live in different worlds, emotionally and experientially. The bonds that once tied us together have frayed and the common ground once we shared has been eroded.
It's not just the tangible differences we can see and touch. It's the invisible gaps that have widened over time—how we think, how we feel, and how we relate to one another.
I was under the impression that these four years would bring about a lot of changes in our personalities, but I never dared to imagine that it would alter the essence of who we are.
It's been almost two weeks since I first met Nitya after four long years but I still haven't caught a glimpse of that Nitya I left behind. The love and warmth that used to shine in her eyes for me seem to be missing.
Or perhaps that's just my own overthinking at play. It could all be a figment of my imagination. I can only hope that's the case.
I steal a glance at the wall clock whose hands are frozen at just past 9.
Cars zip by and people hurry along the sidewalk looking like tiny specks from up here. I flick my eyes left and right to scan the bustling cheeks of the crowd but none of them belong to the person I've been anxiously waiting for.
She should have arrived at least ten minutes ago, yet there's no sign of her anywhere in sight.
A nagging feeling creeps into my mind. Maybe she won't show up at all. Perhaps Virat's behavior has put her off, or there's some other reason altogether.
Negativity has made itself comfortable inside my head lately, and when it comes to Nitya, my insecurities flare up like wildfire.
A knock at the door jolts me out of my thoughts. My heart skips a beat. A fleeting hope flares to life. I turn my head, half-expecting to see Nitya but to my dismay, my eyes land on my assistant.
"The project is prepared, sir," she announces, placing a folder carefully on my desk.
I turn my head forward to mask the disappointment. "Has Ms. Mathur arrived?" I inquire, hoping for a glimmer of positive news.
