His Secret Roommate ✓

Chapter - 9

1 week later

It had been one week since the night they kissed in the park, and the difference between them had only widened. She had tried to talk to him the next day, desperate to explain, but he had completely blocked her efforts entirely. He was trying to protect his heart, convinced that she didn't have any feelings for him.

She, in turn, thought he hated her and maintained her distance, not wanting to burden him further. Each day, the weight of his coldness and indifference pressed down on her, the hurt deeper than she ever imagined.

A week had passed since they last talked or spent any time together. They now moved like ghosts in the same room, strangers living under the same roof. He would leave her breakfast and lunch in the room, and bring her dinner late at night. Their interactions were reduced to brief, formal exchanges hmm, okay.

"Here's your food," he would say, avoiding her eyes, his voice absent of the warmth it once held.

"Thanks," she would reply, her voice barely a whisper, trying to mask the ache in her chest and be as invisible as possible in his life.

The laughter and the long talks that had filled their evenings, had vanished. They were no longer friends but strangers navigating a silent and uncomfortable coexistence. Each day, the silence grew heavier, the distance between them more pronounced. They both longed for the companionship they had lost but were too afraid to bridge the gap, fearing rejection and more heartache.

The room that had once been a safe space now felt like a cold, uninviting space, uncomfortable, filled with unspoken words and lingering pain. The tension between them was suffocating, but neither knew how to bridge the widening gap.
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He would now spend more time with his family and would enter in room late at night, exhausted, slipping into the room only to sleep. Each time he saw her, he offered a reassuring smile instead of engaging in any conversation, a silent attempt to bridge the gap without words.

He knew he had put her in a difficult position after kissing her that night in the park and expecting her to reciprocate his feelings. The realization of making her uncomfortable made him feel guilty.

He realized now how unfair it had been to hope for her to reciprocate his feelings when she was already dealing with so much. and now he was determined to make amends.

To make sure she felt comfortable around him and in this room, he gave her as much space as he could. He kept his distance, hoping it would help ease the tension. It was a sacrifice that hurt him deeply, but he believed it was necessary. He didn't want her to feel pressured or trapped by his emotions.

He hoped that by stepping back, he could restore aura of comfort for her in the room they shared.
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3 days later

It was an unusual day in the house. For the first time since she had arrived, he was home on leave, something she hadn’t seen before. He had gone out of room dressed in casual house clothes, which struck her as odd.

The noise from outside—laughter, chattering, and the clinking of dishes—caught her attention. She assumed it was a family celebration or some sort of gathering.

Amidst the bustle, she tried to focus on her part-time online job, her mind still  clouded with his thoughts.

At 5 PM, the door to her room burst open with a force that startled her. He entered, the room  his expression a mix of urgency and panic. Without a word, he came straight to her, almost pleading.

“Hide in the bathroom,” he urged, his voice low and tense.

She was startled, unable to process the sudden shift in his behavior. “What’s going on?” she managed to ask, confusion evident in her voice.

“Please, just for a moment.” he pleaded

Without waiting for an answer, he grabbed her by the arm gently, pulling her towards the bathroom. His movements were quick and determined, his face a mix of worry and fear. As he guided her into the small, dimly lit space, he made sure she was settled, then locked the door behind them.

Her heart raced with anxiety as she heard him quickly hiding away her belongings. She wondered what could be happening and felt a surge of dread and anxiety wash over her at the thought of someone discovering her presence.

Within fifteen minutes, she could hear a group of women—his mother, his sister, and some other unfamiliar voices—chattering outside in the room. The muffled conversations and occasional laughter did nothing to ease her growing fear. Her anxiety not helping as she listened to the sounds of movement and faint noise of their discussions.

After some time she could hear everyone leaving the room as he entered the room with someone.
Relief mixed with fear as she realized the room was quiet now. Her fear, however, intensified with each passing second. She could barely make out their conversation over the pounding of her own heart.

It became painfully clear when she overheard his conversation with the women in the room. Among their laughter and casual talk.
Then, through the thin walls, she heard a voice that cut through the noise like an icy blade. It was sweet and alluring, a woman’s voice asking,

“Will this be our room after the wedding?”

The question she heard was like a splash of ice-cold water to her face. Her mind went blank, unable to process the cruel reality. She pressed her hands tightly over her ears, desperately trying to block out the conversation, not wanting to hear anymore of it. Her breath caught in her throat. The words echoed in her mind, freezing her in place. Her heart sank as the reality of the situation hit her.  she looked at her reflection in the mirror. Her face pale.

Leaning against the door for support, she slowly sank to the floor, hugging herself tightly in an effort to find some comfort amidst the overwhelming pain.

The room outside felt like a world far different from her own, a world that now seemed so uncertain and painful. The realization that he might be moving on, planning a future with someone else, left her feeling shattered.

That he might be getting married.

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