Mr. Raichand, you are my boss, not my therapist. I don't find it professional." I told the man sitting opposite to me in his black suit and thumb pressing his lip as he continued to look at me.
" Shivanya, things have never been professional between...
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Shivanya ~
"Shivanya, we've been best friends forever, and I need to talk to you about something important. Please, just listen." Taran, my best friend for as long as I can remember, had insisted we meet for lunch. He sounded serious, almost desperate, and my heart raced with anticipation.
Was he finally going to confess his feelings? Maybe even propose? I didn't need to think twice; my answer would be a resounding yes. I'd been in love with him for nearly eight years, but I never had the courage to tell him. The past two years had been awkward between us, filled with nervous smiles and hesitant conversations. Perhaps today would change everything. I only wished I had worn something better than this dull office outfit!
Shivanya's Look ~
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I smiled nervously as I sipped my cold coffee, trying to hide my excitement. Taran rubbed the back of his neck, a telltale sign of his nerves. Who was I kidding? I was just as nervous, feeling emotions I never thought possible.
"Just tell me, Taran. What's going on?" I prompted, giving him an encouraging nod.
"I never wanted to hide this from you, Shivanya, but I didn't know how to tell you without risking our friendship. I was terrified of losing you." He looked genuinely guilty.
"Since when have you ever hesitated to tell me anything? We've always talked about everything. Just spill it," I urged him to say what he wanted to.
"Radhika and I have been seeing each other for a while now, and we want to get married," he said, each word a blow to my chest.
I blinked, unable to process his words. "Taran, you know I hate jokes about Radhika. She's my sister," I said, trying to laugh it off, but the look on his face stopped me.
"This isn't a joke, Shivanya. We love each other, and we want to spend our lives together." His voice was calm, certain, and it shattered me.
" I know it is a lot to take in Shivanya but yes, we do love each other and I care about her. I want to spend the rest of my life with her and she wishes for the same." This time, he said those words with such contention and I felt something inside me, shattering.
""You... both?" I whispered, the words barely escaping my lips. My throat constricted, bile rising as my stomach churned violently. The world spun around me, and I felt as if I were drowning.
"Yes, and we love you too. We didn't know how to tell you," Taran's voice seemed distant, his words a cruel echo that only intensified the agony clawing at my heart. Every syllable was a dagger, twisting deeper into my chest.
"I... I need a minute," I managed to choke out before bolting from the table. My vision blurred with unshed tears, and my legs felt like they might give way beneath me at any moment. I stumbled into the restroom, the door slamming behind me, and I leaned heavily against the sink. The cold porcelain was a stark contrast to the burning chaos inside me.
