Love is in the Air ~ Shubman Gill

CHAPTER 27 🕊

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Author's POV

The video call ends, leaving Anaya in stunned silence. The images of Mayra and Shubman haunt her mind, and the reality of the situation begins to sink in. She sits on the edge of her bed, the phone slipping from her hand onto the comforter.

Anaya - (whispering to herself) "Why, Shubman? Why?"

Her chest tightens as she struggles to breathe, tears spilling down her cheeks. She stands up, pacing the room in an attempt to calm herself, but the heartbreak only deepens with each step. The beautiful Parisian skyline outside her window seems indifferent to her pain.

She moves to her dresser, picking up a framed photo of her and Shubman. They're both smiling, arms wrapped around each other. Anaya traces the edges of the photo with trembling fingers, memories of happier times flooding back.

Anaya - (voice breaking) "I thought we had something real."

She collapses onto the bed, clutching the pillow close to her chest as sobs wrack her body. The room feels colder, emptier, as if reflecting the void now in her heart. The once comforting silence is now suffocating.

She checks her phone repeatedly, hoping to see a message or a call from Shubman, but there's nothing. Each minute feels like an eternity as she waits for him to reach out and explain. Her eyes are red and swollen from crying, but she can't stop.

Anaya - (crying softly) "Please, Shubman. Just call me."

The hours pass slowly. She sits by the window, staring out at the city lights, the vibrant life outside a stark contrast to her turmoil inside. She picks up her phone again, dialing Shubman's number, but it goes straight to voicemail.

Anaya - (leaving a message) "Shubman, it's Anaya. I saw the article, and then Mayra answered your phone... I don't know what's happening, but I need to hear from you. Please, call me."

She hangs up, her hope fading with each unanswered call. The night drags on, and the weight of betrayal and confusion presses down on her. She tries to distract herself with TV, music, anything to keep her mind off the image of Shubman and Mayra, but nothing works.

Finally, exhausted, she curls up on the couch, her phone clutched tightly in her hand. She falls into a restless sleep, tears still streaming down her face. The shadows of doubt and heartbreak loom large in her dreams.

Anaya - (whispering in her sleep) "Why, Shubman... why?"

The next morning, she wakes up to the sound of her phone buzzing. Her heart leaps with hope, thinking it might be Shubman, but it's just a notification from a news app. Her disappointment is crushing.