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I have just returned from freshening up, the lingering scent of lavender and mint still clinging to my skin, and now I'm making my way to the dining table, my heart a fluttering mix of anticipation and trepidation.
As I stepped into the room, the soft glow of morning light filtered through the curtains, and my breath caught in my throat.
There, on the table, lay a stunning bouquet—vibrant blooms in hues of crimson and ivory, their fragrant petals a stark contrast to the dull ache still lingering in my heart. Beside it, a delicate card beckoned.
The words "I still love you, forgive me" seemed to pulse with emotion, and I knew exactly who had sent it.
My heart raced, torn between the overwhelming love I felt for him and the painful memories that danced in the shadows of my mind. This was a pivotal moment; I had to prioritize my well-being, to guard against the pain I couldn't bear to endure again. In a sudden rush of panic,
I quickly hid the bouquet and the card in my room, tucking them away as if they were secrets too heavy to bear.
I felt a pang of guilt; if Armaan found them, the questions would unravel me, and I wouldn't know how to respond. It felt like betraying my best friend, hiding a piece of my heart that yearned for something I feared could never be.
"Armaan—Tumne khana khaya?" he asked, his voice light and casual as he walked towards me, blissfully unaware of the turmoil swirling in my chest.
"Haan, meine khana liya hai. Tum jaldi se khana lo phir chalte hain," I replied, my voice steady despite the storm raging inside, as I hastily packed my handbag, eager to escape the emotional weight of the moment.
