The Sisodia heirs stood unrivaled in control and possession, their world a testament to their might. To onlookers, their lives were a manifestation of perfection, with their family and surname commanding respect, prestige, and reputation.
Yet, behi...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Jivika and Aayansh walk into the hallway, surrounded by vibrancy decor and dazzling lights. The upbeat music pulses through the air, sending a thrill through the crowd. People around were laughing and chatting, some sipping drinks, while a few hitting the dance floor.
Jivika scans the room, and her eyes returns to Aayansh, who was standing beside her. His hand was resting on his chest, his fingers absently rubbing the area over his heart. His gaze sweeps the room, a mixture of nostalgia and discomfort flickering across his face.
Unlike her, he used to be the life of the party, the one who lit up the room with his charisma and energy. So, why did he look so lost now? A possibility whispers in Jivika's mind, but she quickly dismisses it as absurd.
She touches his arm, bringing him back to present. "What happened?"
"It's just strange. Maybe I should have not come." The words were barely audible, as if he was speaking to himself.
"Are you okay, Aayansh?" she asks again, sensing that something was off, her tone concerned.
Aayansh's mask slips back into place, and he covers up with a positive response. "I am all good. Let's go."
He gestures her to take the lead, and she nods, though she wasn't convinced.
The make their way through the crowd, intercepted by a group of their batchmates, who greet them with exaggerated enthusiasm and smiles. Jivika exchanges polite hellos, trying to remember the names of the people she had barely spoken to in years.
Kashika, a girl with a mischievous grin, chimes in, "Okay, let us pretend we didn't expect you two to show up together."
The group laughs, and Jivika feels a flush rise to her cheeks. Aayansh pushes his hands into his pockets, his eyes crinkling at the corners.
Another girl pipes up, her voice dripping with curiosity. "Are you two officially a couple now?" The question was unavoidable, considering they had been inseparable for so long.
Everyone's attention zeros in on them, and Jivika feels a surge of apprehension. Her eyes meet with Aayansh's for a brief moment, the unease evident.
"Hey, Naina. Leave them, but you are still the same nosey girl. Let's not pry into their personal lives, okay?" Rishab, one of Aayansh's friends, intervenes, taking a note of the awkward environment. He expertly steers the conversation toward other topics, and Aayansh shoots him a grateful look.
They talk to everyone for some time, reviving the old memories, while Jivika couldn't help but feel a sense of disconnection. Everyone seemed to be boasting about their accomplishments, ranks, status, or their travel life. Their voices dripping with pride. It felt like they needed to prove themselves to the world.
