Mujhe Pyaar Hua Tha~ Short Stories Collection

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Author's POV

5 Years Later

Mihika stood in her room, surrounded by the memories of her journey through medical school. The walls were adorned with her MBBS degree and graduation pictures, alongside vibrant K-pop posters that reflected her diverse interests. She gazed at them pensively, lost in thoughts that seemed to wander through time.

Shrijal, her mother, entered the room and noticed Mihika's contemplative stare at the wall. Concern etched her features as she approached gently. "Mihika, dear, what's on your mind?" she asked, her voice soft with maternal concern.

Mihika turned to her mother, a brief flicker of hesitation crossing her face before she replied, "Nothing, Mom. Just reminiscing about the past."

Shrijal studied her daughter for a moment, sensing the weight of unspoken thoughts. "If something is bothering you, you know you can talk to me," she offered, her voice filled with love and understanding.

Mihika managed a faint smile, appreciating her mother's concern. "I know, Mom. It's really nothing. Just lost in my thoughts, that's all."

Shrijal nodded gently, respecting her daughter's need for space. "Alright, dear. I'll leave you to it."

As her mother left, Mihika's gaze returned to the pictures on her wall. She took a deep breath, pushing aside the memories that threatened to overwhelm her. Tonight was not a time for dwelling on the past—it was a celebration of her brother Mihir's happiness.

Determined to shake off her introspection, Mihika moved to her wardrobe and selected a stunning black saree. The fabric draped elegantly around her, complementing her slender frame, while silver jewelry added a touch of sophistication. Her long hair cascaded down her lower back, adding to her graceful appearance.

Meanwhile, in a lavish hotel suite across town, Rajveer Shekhawat prepared for the evening's festivities. Dressed in a impeccably tailored black tuxedo, he stood by the window with a cup of black coffee in hand. The soft strains of music played in the background, creating a serene ambiance.

Rajveer's thoughts drifted momentarily from work to the music, until a familiar Hindi song began to play. It was "Jo Vaada Kiya Wo Nibhana Padega," a timeless melody that stirred deep memories within him. As the haunting lyrics filled the room, Rajveer was transported back to a pivotal moment from his college days.

In his mind's eye, he saw Simran, his then-girlfriend, and her friends teasing Mihika and her companions during a college event. They had pressured Mihika into singing, despite Rajveer's attempts to intervene. Mihika's voice had cut through the noise, pure and resonant, capturing his attention and stirring something unfamiliar within him.

The lyrics echoed in Rajveer's mind, the stanza resonating profoundly:

Jab ishq ka sauda kiya
Phir kya ghabrana
Humko aana padega

Rajveer vividly remembered how he had felt the first time he heard Mihika sing. Her voice had held a quiet strength, a raw emotion that had left him captivated and moved. In that moment, he had glimpsed a side of her that contradicted the perception he had of her as a reserved and focused medical student.

Now, years later, as the song played softly in his hotel suite, Rajveer felt a rush of emotions flood back. Despite the passage of time and the complexities that had unfolded between them, his feelings for Mihika remained potent and unresolved.

He stood by the window, his gaze distant yet filled with introspection. The echoes of Mihika's voice and the melancholic melody of the song lingered in the air, a poignant reminder of the connection they had shared and the unanswered questions that still lingered between them.