"Starting that day onwards, Darsh grew more distant. Satakshi noticed how he stopped coming home most of the time, and on the rare occasions when he did, it was late, after she had already fallen asleep. He would leave for work early, barely even leaving a trace of his presence. Something was off, and Satakshi could sense it. Her heart weighed heavy with confusion, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't pinpoint the cause. One day, as Satakshi sat in the quiet of her room, lost in thought, her phone rang. It was Mohit. She picked up, and as they exchanged pleasantries, she noticed a subtle tension in his voice."
Mohit, with a hint of concern: kuch puchu tumse?
Satakshi, A little surprised, yet her voice soft and willing to answer: hn, Pucho.
Mohit, speaking softly, a note of worry slipping through: Tum is shaadi se khush ho? Mtlb mujhe pata hai ki tumhari shaadi forced thi, toh kya tum khush ho is shaadi mein?
"Satakshi went mute. The words Mohit had asked hung in the air, and she found herself lost in her thoughts. She couldn't answer, because the truth was too complicated to articulate. The confusion in her heart mirrored the silence in her mind."
Mohit, sensing her discomfort, tried to reach out, his concern evident in his tone: Dekho Akshu, main samajhta hoon. Darsh mera bachpan ka friend hai, mujhse zyada achhe se use koi nahi jaanta. Isliye mujhe pata hai ki vo bahut rude hai. Toh tum theek toh ho na? Usne kabhi tumhe kuch nahi bola na?
Satakshi, her voice quieter than usual, a mix of sadness and defense in her words: Mohit, maana ki ye shaadi meri ya Darsh ki marzi se nahi hui, par Darsh ne hamesha mera dhyaan rakha hai. Tum Darsh ke friend ho, lekin I'm sorry to say, tum apne dost ko achhe se jaante nahi ho. Darsh rude nahi hai, vo bas rude banne ki koshish karte hai, aur unse vo bhi achhe se nahi ho pata. Kyunki phir vo 5 minute baad khud hi apni boli baat ko regret karne lag jaate hai. Darsh bahut caring hai, aur bahut zyada thoughtful bhi. Aur behtar ye hoga ki tum agli baar se Darsh ke baare mein kuch bolna avoid karo.
Mohit, sounding flustered but trying to explain himself: Satakshi, mera vo matlab nahi tha. Main ye nahi keh raha ki Darsh bekaar hai—
Satakshi, her tone firm now, cutting him off: Bas, Mohit, ab aur nahi. Mujhe Darsh ke baare mein kuch nahi sunna hai. Forced hi sahi, par vo mere pati hai.
Mohit started laughing, his voice light but teasing: Arre chill baba, waise tum abhi ek possessive wife ki tarah lagi mujhe. Vo hoti na jo apne pati se itna pyaar karti hai ki unke baare mein kuch sun nahi sakti.
"Satakshi was stunned. Her heart skipped a beat, and panic crept into her chest. She didn't know how to react to his words, how to explain the sudden rush of emotions."
Satakshi's voice trembled as she fumbled for something to say: Mohit, vo... main tumhe baad mein call karti hoon. Maa bula rahi hai mujhe.
"Satakshi abruptly ended the call, her heart pounding in her chest. She stood frozen for a moment, the weight of Mohit's words settling over her like a suffocating fog. Her eyes stared blankly at the phone in her hand, the silence around her amplifying the chaos inside her mind. The confusion, the uncertainty—it all swirled within her, and yet, amidst the whirlwind of emotions, one thought stood out."
"Satakshi was stunned to realize that, strangely enough, she wasn't thinking of Mohit the way she used to. The familiar ache for his attention was gone, replaced by an unexpected sense of relief. It was as though something had shifted within her. Instead, her mind drifted to Darsh—his gentle smile, the way he always listened to her ramblings with genuine interest, the comfort of his presence that felt like home. She felt a pang of regret for not having a proper conversation with him."
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unexpected love
Storie d'amore"life is unexpected no one knows who you'll meet at what point of your life and what place they'll hold in your life" just like these two people who are about to get tied by unexpected fate
