The Sweetest Mishap!!

Unspoken Bonds

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Here is chapter-4
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Aarav stood outside the infirmary, his hand hesitating on the doorknob. He wasn't the comforting type—he never knew the right words to say, especially in situations like this. But something in Meera's eyes earlier had unsettled him. There was a fragility there, a quiet cry for help that she was too proud or too scared to voice.

Taking a deep breath, Aarav pushed the door open quietly, stepping into the dimly lit room. Meera was sitting on the bed, her back to the door, her shoulders hunched as if carrying the weight of the world. Her long hair cascaded down, hiding her face, but he could see the slight tremble in her frame.

"Meera?" Aarav called out softly, his usual roughness absent from his voice.

She didn't turn around immediately. For a moment, Aarav thought she hadn't heard him. But then, she slowly lifted her head, wiping her eyes quickly before facing him. Her attempt to look composed was betrayed by the redness of her eyes and the tear-streaked cheeks.

"What do you want, Aarav?" she asked, her voice small, trying to sound indifferent but failing.

Aarav walked over to the chair next to her bed and sat down. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, trying to find the right words. "I just... I wanted to see if you're okay."

Meera gave a bitter smile, looking away. "Do I look okay to you?"

Aarav sighed. He knew she wasn't okay. Anyone with half a heart could see that. "No, you don't. And that's why I'm here."

She let out a shaky breath, her hands clenching the bedsheet. "Why do you care, Aarav? It's not like you ever did before."

Aarav was taken aback by the raw honesty in her voice. She wasn't wrong. He hadn't really cared before, at least not in a way that showed. But seeing her like this, broken and vulnerable, it did something to him.

"I don't know," he admitted, running a hand through his hair. "But seeing you like this... it doesn't feel right. You don't deserve to be treated like that."

Meera let out a humorless laugh. "You think? Maybe if I wasn't such a mess, things would be different."

"Stop it," Aarav said firmly, his voice cutting through her self-deprecation. "You're not a mess, Meera. And even if you were, that doesn't give anyone the right to treat you like shit."

She looked at him, surprised by the intensity in his voice. Aarav Malhotra, the guy who was always so nonchalant, was here, in front of her, being... kind?

"Why are you here, Aarav? Really," she asked, searching his eyes for some hidden motive.

Aarav held her gaze, not backing down. "Because I can't stand to see you like this. You're stronger than this, Meera. You just need to remember that."

Her eyes filled with tears again, but this time, she didn't try to hide them. "I don't feel strong, Aarav. I feel... broken. Everything that Mrs. Nair said, it just... it hit too close."

Aarav's jaw tightened. He wished he could go back to that classroom and give Mrs. Nair a piece of his mind. "She's wrong, Meera. What she said was out of line. Don't let her words get to you."

Meera shook her head, the tears falling freely now. "But what if she's right? What if I'm just... not enough?"

Without thinking, Aarav reached out, his hand covering hers. The gesture was simple, but it conveyed more than words ever could. "You are enough, Meera. More than enough. And anyone who can't see that doesn't deserve to be in your life."