𝔅𝔯𝔬𝔨𝔢𝔫 𝔅𝔯𝔦𝔡𝔢 𝔖𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰 #2
𝐶𝑎𝑛 𝑏𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑒
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Nitya Heer Tiwari had always been the strong one-the loyal friend, fierce and protective to her core.
But when tragedy strikes, h...
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Aman comes home, but something feels different. We don’t talk the way we usually do. He gives me a brief glance, his eyes distant, before heading to the bathroom. His appearance is disheveled, and a heaviness lingers in his features, a darkness clouding his usual expression.
After taking a shower, he walked straight towards me without a word, wrapping his arms around me in a tight hug. We stand there, silently holding each other, the weight of unspoken emotions filling the space between us.
And that's it. We didn't talk after that he lied on his side of the bed and I on mine. I so badly wanted to drag him towards me and makeup before we sleep but my fear about him considering that I am broken resists me from doing exactly that.
The next day when I wake up his side of the bed is empty. If it were any other day he would be waking me up with his kisses or teasings. A tear slides down my temple as I stare at the ceiling.
A ping echoes in the room and I roll around the mattress to take my phone from where it's charging.
Shivanya - Can we talk?
Shivanya - Please Nitu I have to see you.
My heart clenches at the thought of talking to her but I can't have her blame herself for something that was out of anyone's control so I text her back,
Nitya - I'll come by your home today.
Shivanya - I am waiting.
Finally I send a text to Aman saying that I am visiting Shivi and get ready. When I reach downstairs, the family driver is standing there with the door open to the car.
"Good Morning Mrs.Mehra." He says with a slight tilt to his chin.
"Morning." I search for my Scooty, "Is anyone going out today?" I ask looking at the car.
"No madam. Mr.Mehra instructed me to drop you off at Mr.Rajputh's home." He says.
I roll my eyes mentally at his protectiveness. He couldn't even talk to me but still trying to watch out for me.
Don't be a bitch, Nitya.
My conscience chastises me.
I get into the car without a word as it drives to Shivi's house in the suburbans. When we reach, I thank the driver and walk towards the door. Knocking it I wait at her doorstep fidgeting nervously about what to talk.
The instant the door opens I don't even get a chance to look up, I am instantly consumed by a big bear hug by my bestfriend. Khushi is at her hips who is squished between us. She's giggling at our position while her mother sniffs holding me.
