Fated Love~ A love that Defies Destiny

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I wish there is a different universe where you are mine🐚

Shreyansh hesitated for a moment, contemplating walking up to her, perhaps starting the conversation they had avoided for so long. But something held him back. A thought flickered in his mind, and just as quickly as he had decided to approach her, he turned away, leaving the room without a word.

Meera remained where she was, lost in her thoughts. She wasn't crying, but the words she had heard earlier still echoed in her mind. Even though the family had defended her, the sting of those words had left a deep mark on her heart. A wave of guilt washed over her, despite knowing that marrying Shreyansh had been Vikram's last wish. She felt as if the thread that connected her to Vikram had snapped, leaving her uncertain, questioning whether she had made the right choice.

Her mind drifted to the venomous words of Maya.

""Ek bhai nahi mila, toh dusre ko fasa liya."

[Didn't get one brother so trapped his older brother]

Her words had lingered in her thoughts, wrapping around her like a fog she couldn't escape. She was so deep in thought that she didn't hear the footsteps behind her until someone cleared their throat. Startled, she turned, surprised to see Shreyansh standing there, holding a tray with two cups of tea.

In the three months since their marriage, he had never come to this room especially when in Meera's or in her consciousness-why now? Meera wondered if he needed the balcony to work in peace. She lowered her gaze and started to leave, but Shreyansh stopped her.

"Umm... actually, I made some extra tea," he said, lifting the tray slightly. "Noone wants it, and I didn't want to  waste it, so... will you?"

He extended the tray toward her. Meera looked at the tray, then at Shreyansh. She wanted to refuse, but the aroma of the tea-a favorite indulgence of hers-was too inviting. She nodded, taking the cup from the tray. A faint smile tugged at Shreyansh's lips.

He took his own cup and sat on the balcony's couch, taking a sip of the tea. He glanced at Meera, who was still standing, holding the cup in her hands.

"You know, couches are made for sitting," he remarked casually, not looking at her as he spoke, his focus on his tea. Meera turned to look at him, unsure of his tone, but he seemed genuinely at ease. She shook her head slightly and walked over to the couch, sitting down at the far end, leaving enough space between them for two more people to sit.

The awkward silence between them was almost tangible, broken only by the soft sounds of them sipping their tea. Meera held the cup in her hands, her other hand fidgeting with the edge of her shawl. A flood of questions ran through her mind.

Why is he here? Does he want to talk to me? I never imagined him as a tea person. He always seemed like the black coffee, espresso, or maybe an Americano type.

She bit her lip, her focus drifting to her fingers as they traced the rim of the cup. She was so lost in her thoughts that Shreyansh's voice startled her.

"Don't overthink," he said suddenly, his voice cutting through the silence.

"Huh?" Meera looked at him, confused by his sudden remark.

"I meant about what Bua ji said. Don't let it bother you," he clarified, still not looking at her, his gaze fixed on the distant skyline.

Meera was taken aback. His attempt to comfort her was unexpected. She looked down at her cup, her voice heavy with emotion. "I don't mind the truth," she said, her words sharp, revealing the depth of her pain.