"ओह, मैं गिर रहा हूँ इश्क के गहरे सागर में,
तेरे बिना जैसे ये दिल तन्हा है और बेताब है।
तेरी आँखों में खोया, जैसे दुनिया की हर खुशी छुपी है,
तेरे बिना ये दिल कैसे जिए, तू ही है इसका सबब।
तू ही है इश्क की वो ख्वाहिश, जिसमें मैं बस खोया हूँ।"
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Author's POV
As Avantika entered the room, she placed the plate on the table, her eyes falling on Avyansh who was on the phone. She waited patiently until he ended the call with a frustrated sigh.
"Nashta kar lijiye," she said, trying to keep her tone even.
"I told the maid to bring it," he replied, sounding slightly exasperated.
"Ab maine la diya toh nahi khaayega kya?" Avantika asked, her irritation creeping into her voice. She immediately regretted her words as she saw his eyes widen in surprise.
She realized that her mood was more volatile than usual and attributed it to her periods, which were about to start. She was finding herself getting irritated far too quickly these days.
"Nahi kha lenge hum," he said quietly, resigning himself to sit down.
"Why did you give my seat to Dev?" he asked, taking a bite of chapati. His eyebrows knitted together in confusion.
"You should not speak while eating," she replied, her tone sharper than she intended.
"You even let him sit there when I told him to get up," he complained, sounding like a petulant child.
"Chup chap nashta kijiye aap pehle," she retorted, her voice firm.
He stopped speaking, his cheeks puffed out with the chapati he was chewing. For a moment, he looked almost endearing, and Avantika mentally scolded herself for the unexpected flutter in her chest.
"If you need anything, just call me, okay?" she said, turning to leave.
"Humare sath baith kr nashta khaiye," he said suddenly.
Just then, a maid entered, carrying another plate.
Avantika glanced at him, then at the maid who placed the plate on the table and left.
"Didi ji told me to bring it," the maid said before exiting.
Avyansh's POV:
She was sitting across from me, her mood clearly frazzled. I noticed her irritation more acutely today, and though I was still simmering from the earlier incident at the mall, her mood was adding to my frustration.
She seemed to be struggling with something, though I couldn't quite put my finger on it.
The way she had given Dev my seat and was now serving me breakfast with such a resigned expression made me wonder what was going on in her head.
We finished breakfast, and I glanced at her. "Let's go. I'll drop you at college," I said, standing up and grabbing my keys.
She hesitated, then replied, "I'm going with Dev ji."
I frowned slightly. "Dev might have already left. I'll drop you."
She looked a bit uncertain. "Oh, but he told me we would go together."
