"From the moment I saw you trying to go over the wall. I have loved you desperately I cannot breathe when you are not near. I love you, Amyra. My heart calls your name. This darkness is my burden.You bring the light." I hugged her tightly like my li...
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As I entered my room, I felt a pang of helplessness and frustration. I knew I had no choice but to submit to badi maa and bade papa's demands, but the prospect of what lay ahead filled me with anxiety and trepidation. I began to rummage through my closet, grabbing clothes and essentials and tossing them into my suitcase.
After packing my belongings, I paused for a moment and took out my phone. The urge to talk to someone trusted was strong, and I quickly scrolled through my contacts until I found Ishanvi's number. I hit the call button, the phone dialing as I waited anxiously for her to pick up.
The phone rang a few times before she answered, her familiar voice a small beacon of comfort in the midst of the turmoil.
"Hello?" Ishanvi greeted me, sounding perplexed by the unexpected call.
I took a deep breath, trying to steady my voice, "Hey, it's me."
There was a pause on the other end, and I could sense her worry without even seeing her face.
"What's going on? Is everything alright?" Ishanvi asked, her tone laced with concern.
I hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to explain the situation without worrying further. "I... I'm going out of town," I said at last, my voice betraying my anxiety.
"Out of town?" She repeated, confusion in her voice. "For how long? Where are you going?"
I sighed, knowing that I couldn't avoid answering her questions, but I didn't want to delve into the details either. "I'm going to Hyderabad," I replied, my tone resigned. "I'm not sure how long I'll be there, though."
There was a pause on the other end as she processed this information. I could almost feel her concern through the phone.
"Hyderabad? Why are you going there? Is everything okay?" Ishanvi asked, her worry growing by the second.
I chewed on my lip, wrestling with whether to tell her the truth. But I knew she would worry even more if I avoided answering her questions. "It's a family matter," I said cryptically, hoping she wouldn't press for more details.
But Ishanvi being Ishanvi, she was smart enough to pick up on my hesitation and the underlying tension in my voice.
"Is it... related to the upcoming marriage?" She asked tentatively, treading carefully.
I let out a breath, knowing that I couldn't hide it from her. "Yeah," I admitted, feeling the weight of her worry through the phone. "It's about the wedding."
She went silent for a moment, probably trying to make sense of what I was saying. Then Ishanvi spoke again, her voice softer this time.
"Are you okay? You don't sound okay."
I closed my eyes, the weight of her concern and worry was hitting me. I took a shuddering breath, feeling the emotions I had been suppressing threaten to erupt.
