A tale of love ,
A tale of healing ,
A tale of trust ,
A tale of discoveries ,
Nothing changed, yet she felt the loss,
But you can't lose something that never was yours
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Started - 11th April 2024
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Mumbai
A month had passed since Shri moved in with Riyan. Life had fallen into a rhythm—sometimes lazy mornings, sometimes spontaneous adventures, but always with Riyan by her side. Still, something had shifted in her. There were days when she felt strangely alone in their apartment. Riyan had his cricket practices, meetings, and commitments, and while she was content with her freelance work, there were moments when the quiet of their home felt overwhelming.
Her mind would often wander, replaying the months before she’d moved in his apartment—when the only thing she had was her ambition, her dreams, and her solitude. Now, she had Riyan, but something about the stillness in the apartment made her heart ache for... something more , it wasn't that she didn't like living with riyan , she loved it but it almost felt lonely at times.
Sitting by the window, she traced the rim of her coffee cup absently. The city buzzed outside, but inside, she felt the familiar weight of loneliness creep in.
"Riyan's probably busy with practice" she thought, sighing.
"He doesn’t even know I’m here, lost in my thoughts. Probably feels weird that I’m not doing anything today. I should’ve planned something..."
But despite everything, the apartment, his love, it was still missing that... spark.
Later that afternoon, Riyan walked into the apartment after his practice session. His brows furrowed as he noticed the quiet. The soft hum of the air conditioner was the only sound that filled the space.
"Shri?"
he called out, setting his bags down by the door.
There was no answer.
He moved toward the bedroom, finding her lying on the bed, her eyes fixed on the ceiling. Her phone lay forgotten beside her, and the empty coffee cup rested on the nightstand.
"Kya hua shri?"
he asked gently, sitting next to her and brushing a stray lock of hair from her face.
"Kya soch rahi ho?"
Shri blinked, her lips curling into a small, half-hearted smile.
"Kuch nahi, bas... yeh ghar thoda akela lag raha hai."
Riyan frowned, his expression softening.
"Akele? Tum aur main to hain yahan."
Shri sat up slowly, looking at him.
"Haan, magar tum har waqt bahut busy rehte ho, aur main... I don't know ri , it feels lonely at times I guess , wese it's not a big deal , I'll get used to it soon enough"
Her words hung in the air, heavy and unspoken. She didn’t want to sound needy. She didn’t want to seem like she wasn’t grateful for everything Riyan had given her. But the silence had started to drown her out, and she couldn’t deny it anymore.
