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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Shri glanced at her phone as she finally got a moment to breathe. Her heart stopped for a beat.
9 missed calls from Riyan.
A wave of worry crashed over her. Riyan never called this many times unless something was wrong.
She quickly pressed his contact and held the phone to her ear. The call rang. Once. Twice. Then straight to voicemail.
"Ri, maine abhi dekhi calls... please call back na, I'm worried."
Her voice came out rushed, almost pleading.
She tried again. Voicemail.
Something was wrong. She could feel it.
Her fingers tapped anxiously against the side of her phone as she turned to Aryan, who was standing beside her.
"Aryan, mujhe ghar jaana hai. Abhi."
Aryan frowned.
"Shri, sab theek hai?"
"Mujhe nahi pata... Riyan ki itni calls aayi thi, par ab phone nahi utha raha."
Aryan nodded.
"Main drop kar deta hoon."
She barely registered the ride home, her mind racing with thoughts. What could have happened? Was he okay? Was he hurt?
As Aryan pulled up in front of her house, she mumbled a hurried thanks before stepping out. The house was dark, eerily quiet.
Riyan wasn't home.
She felt a pang of unease settle in her chest. Pulling out her phone, she dialed Dhruv. He picked up on the second ring.
"Haan shri ?"
"Riyan kahan hai?"
Her voice was tight, urgent.
Dhruv hesitated.
"Net Practice me. Kya hua?"
She let out a slow breath.
"Uski calls aayi thi, ab phone nahi utha raha."
"Practice me busy hoga. Don't worry, bas thodi der mein aa jayega."
"Okay..." She rubbed her temples. "Thanks, Dhruv."
She had barely ended the call when the doorbell rang.
Her stomach twisted as she rushed to the door, yanking it open.
The second Shri opened the door and saw Riyan standing there, relief flooded through her.
Her heart had been hammering in her chest ever since she saw his missed calls, and now, finally, he was here. Safe.
Without thinking twice, she stepped forward and wrapped her arms around him, pressing her face against his chest. His warmth, his familiar scent-it should have soothed her.
