Equations Of Love

9

"After time passes, if you still feel the same way, come to meet me."

DIYANSHI'S POV

I'm feeling conflicted right now. I can't decide whether I should say yas or no to him. Despite everything he's hidden from me, I believe everyone deserves a second chance. But what if I regret giving him another chance? Dear heart, please guide me. I didn't know how to respond to him. I love Ayushman and I always will. I'll continue loving him in some way for the rest of my life, but does he love me the same way? Or is it just guilt? I simply nodded because I was at a loss for words.

AYUSHMAN'S POV

Diya remained silent, her gaze fixed on me as she processed my words. I held my breath, waiting for her response, hoping against hope that she would give me a chance to prove myself.

After what felt like an eternity, Diya nodded slowly, her expression thoughtful yet guarded. I felt a surge of hope and relief flood through me. She didn't say no.

"Thank you, Diya," I said softly, a small smile breaking across my face despite the tears threatening to spill over. "Thank you for giving us a chance."

Diya managed a small smile in return, a fragile gesture that lifted a weight from my heart."I'll... I'll see," she replied quietly, her voice barely above a whisper.

My heart soared. She hadn't rejected my plea outright. There was a glimmer of hope, and that was enough for me to hold onto.

"Rest for now," I said gently. "I'll call you when dinner is ready and I'll ask them to bring your luggage as soon as possible".

 With that I retreated to my room and picked up my phone, dialing Rihan's number with trembling fingers.

"Hey, Rihan," I greeted as soon as he answered. "I need to tell you something."Rihan's voice came through the phone, worried, "Did something happen? Is everything okay?"

I took a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves. "Diya... she agreed," I said quietly, hardly daring to believe it myself. "She's giving us a chance."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line, followed by a whoop of joy from Rihan. "That's incredible news, Ayush!" he exclaimed. "I'm so happy for you, buddy. This is your chance to make things right."

I  smiled despite the tears that threatened to fall. "Yeah," I said softly. "I'm not going to mess this up, Rihan. I swear."

"I know you won't," Rihan reassured me. "Just take it one day at a time, and show her how much she means to you."

"Thanks, Rihan," I said gratefully. "I needed to hear that."

I ended the call and made my way downstairs, my steps light with newfound hope. As I entered the kitchen, I asked the maid to leave, insisting that I would prepare dinner myself tonight. I think I should make Rajma chawal today and should order her favourite chocolate ice cream.

Rajma chawal—Diya's favorite dish—was soon simmering on the stove. My mind raced with thoughts of the future, of making things right, of proving myself to her. I couldn't afford to mess this up again.

Once the meal was ready, I set the table carefully, placing the steaming bowl of rajma chawal at the center. I called out to Diya, my voice tinged with nervous anticipation.

"Dinner is ready, Diya," I softly called from the door.

Diya entered the dining room, her eyes lingering on the meal I had prepared. She took a seat, and they began to eat in silence. I watched her closely, waiting for her reaction.

"How is it?" I finally dared to ask, breaking the silence.

"It's fine," Diya replied softly.

I nodded, relieved that she seemed at least willing to share a meal with me. 

"I prepared this tonight, and I'll continue to cook for us every day," I said. "If there's anything else you like, just let me know. Better make a list of food you like and give me."

Diya looked at me, her eyes softening slightly. "Okay," she murmured.

I nodded, my determination renewed. I knew I had a long way to go to earn back her trust, but I am willing to do whatever it takes. For now, sharing this simple meal felt like a small step in the right direction—a step towards healing our broken relationship.

After dinner, I cleaned up the dishes with a renewed sense of purpose. I scooped some ice cream for both of us and proceeded to move. I found her in the living room, lost in thought. I approached her cautiously, unsure of how to proceed.

"Diya," I began tentatively. "Here have some ice cream."

She took the bowl from my hands without uttering a word.

We sat there for a long moment, the weight of unspoken words hanging in the air. I  knew we have a long journey ahead of us, with no guarantees of where it would lead. But for now, I am determined to cherish every moment and do everything in my power to make things right with her.

"Good night, Diya," I said softly, standing up to leave. "If you need anything, just let me know." With one last glance at her, I walked away, my heart filled with hope and determination.

As I retreated to my room, I found myself replaying the events of the day in my mind. I couldn't help but feel a sense of relief and accomplishment. Today had been a small victory, a step in the right direction. But I knew that the road to mending our relationship would be long and fraught with challenges.

Still, as I lay in bed, thoughts of Diya filled my mind. I thought of her smile, her laugh, the way her eyes light up when she's passionate about something. I thought of all the moments we had shared and the ones we had yet to experience. I was determined to make every future moment count.

The next morning, I woke up early, eager to start the day. After a quick shower, I headed to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. I decided to make pancakes, Diya's favorite breakfast dish. I smiled as I thought of her surprise when she would see the breakfast spread.

As I was flipping the last pancake, I heard soft footsteps approaching the kitchen. Turning around, I found Diya leaning against the doorframe, a look of surprise on her face.

"Good morning, Diya," I greeted her warmly, hoping that today would be another step towards rebuilding our relationship. The look on her face was worth the early morning cooking; it was a look of surprise, but also a hint of appreciation. This was just the beginning, and I was ready for the journey ahead.

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