𝔅𝔯𝔬𝔨𝔢𝔫 𝔅𝔯𝔦𝔡𝔢 𝔖𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰 #1
𝐶𝑎𝑛 𝑏𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑒
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Shivanya Gupta is a woman who wears her heart on her sleeve. Always going above and beyond to help others, she loves deeply and s...
I have a question. So you all know that I am not from India. I have a great difficulty in finding out what we call our relatives. If there's any wrong, please correct me mentioning the right name for it.
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Since that first night, I come daily just to watch her sleep like a creep.
I don't care because like I said when she is involved there's no black and white morals for me.
After I come home I watch her through my cameras, then check the footages for the person who is involved in the news leak and get a restless sleep. I don't remember a time I slept peacefully after Shivanya left.
A week passes after that and when I arrive on her balcony, the windows are closed. I peek through the glass but there's no sign of her.
What if something happened to her? I didn't get a call that she left home. So I check my phone to see if she was in the room.
But no. There's nothing.
I should've set the cameras for the whole house but I didn't want to interrupt Nitya's privacy. If Aman knew he would've flipped. But that doesn't scares me, what does is the fact that if she knows she would never forgive me.
Then suddenly the door to the bathroom opens and she comes out of it dragging her feet.
A look of hopelessness written all over her face.
She slumps into the bed on her back and stares at the ceiling. Her both hands folded across her abdomen.
Thinking.
I watch her counting her breaths as she remains so still.
Exactly after 22 minutes 7 seconds a sob escapes out of her mouth. She soon smothers it with her palm. Tears trail down her flushed cheeks and she closes her eyes tight.
I keep my palms in the window and lean into the glass.
God. What did I do?
She weeps by herself, my palms itches to break the window and run to take her into my arms. But that'd only make her angry.
Then she speaks one word into the quiet night. Her voice so small and vulnerable.
"Vihaan."
The back of my eyes burn but I don't indulge on it. I stare at her with a heavy heart, hating myself again and again for what I caused her.
