Indrani's POV -
It's July 18 , 2018
One day before my birthday.. 20th July .. and also the day when I am supposed to leave for my further future..
I got a chance to get in one of the top-most university for best AI engineering studies . I was so happy when I got the results but all crashed in pieces when I realised.. I Had to leave.. leave my birthplace.. My home.. My parents.. My Friends..My brothers and sisters.. and The one I loved , who just blocked me 5 days ago out of sudden .
I wanted to tell him this news but My bad , Fate had other wishes I couldn't fight against.
The day began like any other, a predictable mix of mundane tasks and fleeting thoughts. The sun filtered through my curtains, casting a soft glow on the familiar contours of my room. Yet, despite the outward calm, a storm brewed within me. Anuruddha's sudden decision to block me had shattered the tranquility of my routine existence.
Why now?
What had transpired to prompt such a drastic action?
Questions swirled in my mind like a relentless tempest, each unanswered query adding to my confusion and hurt.
Days stretched interminably, each hour marked by an incessant longing for clarity. Five agonizing days passed before the notification flashed across my screen-Anuruddha had unblocked me.
Relief flooded through me, mingled with a gnawing unease that refused to be quelled. Without a moment's hesitation, I reached for my phone, fingers trembling as I composed a message demanding an explanation. The words poured out in a torrent of emotion, each keystroke a plea for understanding, for a glimpse into the tumultuous depths of his mind.
"Why did you block me?" I typed, the words stark against the glowing screen. A thousand variations of the question swirled in my mind, unvoiced inquiries clamoring for attention.
Had I said something wrong?
Had he found someone new?
I self asked .
The silence that followed my message was deafening, stretching into an eternity of uncertainty.
His response, when it finally came, brought with it a surge of emotions-bewilderment, frustration, and a pang of hurt that cut deep.
"I needed some space," he said, his words devoid of the warmth and reassurance I desperately sought.
Space.
The word echoed in my mind, its implications resonating with a painful clarity.
Had I crowded him?
Was I too much, too demanding?
"You needed space?" I echoed aloud, my voice a whisper in the quiet solitude of my room. The walls offered no answers, only the hollow echo of my own doubts. What had changed between us? Was I not enough anymore?
"Space for what? What happened?" - I asked
"I'm hungry. I want to eat butter chicken which My mom is cooking," he replied, sidestepping my question.
I frowned, irritation bubbling up. "Your mom is cooking butter chicken, right? You can talk to me while she does."
A pause...
"Mr. Anuruddha Dashyant, I have a serious talk!!" - That's where my impulses got higher .
"And I have a dog." - He replied
What the-?
What the hell?
What the fucking heck he meant??
I was so done with his behaviour now .
I lost my 50% shit already by this Jerky attitude.
"Are you on your freaking periods throughout the year that your mood changes every now and then??" - I asked him out of frustration.
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