Some bonds are written in the stars, tied by threads of fate that neither time nor distance can sever. In the space between love and loss, where memories linger and hopes ignite, lies a story of souls connected by something deeper-a 𝙍𝙖𝙖𝙗𝙩𝙖 tha...
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"You don't even know how much I missed you for a whole month, Ansh!", the girl broke the hug.
It was none other than Divya, my singing partner. She was saying something, but I was not able to focus. My mind was still pondering over the thoughts of what happened minutes earlier. That girl was something.
Her words were repeating in my mind, "Mujhe fark nahi padta ki tum kaun ho. Apni aukaat mein raho."
No one ever talked to me like that.
"Mujhe tum jaise rajkumaron mein koi interest nahi hai."
She said that she is not interested in me, while everyone around is crazy for me. Hmm, quite interesting Miss I don't know what. Argh! I don't even know her name. What should I call her then? Wait, but she does not know me either, I guess. Is that the reason she said that she isn't interested in me? Well obviously, most of the girls only care about the fame my name holds. I bet she is one of those girls. I just have to wait till she gets to know my name.
I was smirking internally until I was brought back to Earth by Divya, who was waving her hand infront of my face, "Ansh, kahan kho gaye?" (Where are you lost, Ansh?)
I shook my head. "I missed you", she repeated herself.
I smiled awkwardly and said, "Yeah-h, I missed evryone too".
With that I started going towards the music room. We were here for the rehearsals for tomorrow's programme.
Divya also came running after me, "But I know that you missed me the most".
I did not care to answer her and increased my pace. "Ansh, slow down! Gosh!"
The cool air from the AC hit my face as I opened the music room's door. What a relief it was! It was burning hot outside and I don't know what had gotten into me that I decided to wear a leather jacket.
Megha, the keyboardist, turned towards me, "Ansh! Hey! Finally, you're here".
Rohit, who was busy playing his trumpet, sneered at me, "Ansh ji finally aa gaye". (Mr. Ansh finally came)
