Guys, I have free time today, so I completed writing the whole chapter in one go. So, I am posting the chapter today instead of tomorrow, and it's a long chapter. It took a lot of time to write the chapter, so please vote and leave inline comments.
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Continuing the story..
The next morning, Shubman wakes up, anxiously remembering everything that happened the previous day. He goes to the hall and sees Anmol sleeping on the couch. He gently shakes him awake.
Shubman: "Anmol, wake up. I'm really sorry for troubling you last night."
Anmol rubs his eyes and sits up.
Anmol: "It's okay, Shubman. Don't worry about it."
Shubman nods, then decides to message Sara. He picks up his phone and sends her a text, but the message doesn’t go through.
Shubman: The message didn’t go through. Maybe I'll try her on Instagram."
Anmol: "Yeah, that's a good idea. Try messaging her there."
Shubman opens Instagram and searches for Sara's account, but he can’t find it.
Shubman: "I can’t find her account. What’s going on?"
Anmol: " Try calling her."
Shubman dials Sara's number, but the call doesn’t connect.
Shubman: "The call's not going through either. What’s happening?"
Anmol: "It sounds like she might have blocked you, Shubman. That’s why you can’t contact her."
Shubman: "Blocked me? But why would she do that?"
Frustration grows inside Shubman.
Shubman: "It’s just a normal fight. I understand I talked rudely to Sara, but she can’t punish me like this."
Anmol sighs, trying to be patient.
Anmol: "Shubman, she’s trying to move on from you. That’s why she’s behaving this way. I know it’s painful, but you have to understand that Sara chose Aryan over you so easily. Maybe it’s time to let her go."
Shubman: "Let her go? Just like that?"
Anmol: "I know it’s not easy, but sometimes we have to accept things we don’t want to. Look, I need to go home now. Take care, and if you need anything, just give me a call."
Shubman nods ok.
At Tendulkar's house, Sachin is in the hall talking on the phone when Aryan arrives. Aryan greets him with a warm smile.
Aryan: "Hello, Uncle."
Sachin: "Hello, Aryan. Come in, come in. Have a seat."
They both sit down, and Aryan gets straight to the point.
Aryan: "Uncle, I came here to meet Sara."
Sachin smiles and nods. "Of course, Aryan. I'll call her. Sara!"
A few moments later, Sara comes downstairs. She sees Aryan and forces a smile, greeting him politely.
Sara: "Hi, Aryan."
Sachin: "Sara, Aryan is here to see you. Why don't you sit down and chat?"
Sara nods and sits on the couch opposite Aryan, maintaining a polite distance.
Aryan: "Sara, I'm not a stranger. We're going to get married soon. Come, sit beside me."
Sachin encourages her too. "Yes, Sara. Sit with Aryan."
