The life of a sunshine professor Pankti Bajaj(24),takes a drastic shift when she faces the harsh reality on her wedding night that she isn't married to her fiance instead to his elder brother - Maahir Raghuvanshi (30), a grumpy businessman, owner of...
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"Why is he interested in marrying you?" Vidisha questioned, twisting the cap of her water bottle, and tapping her index finger on it.
"Even I don't know except the fact Rithik Bhaiya suggested our alliance" I mentioned, sliding my diary inside the handbag and leaning back against the support of the plastic chair.
"Hm." She narrowed her eyes listening to my narration of that evening when he visited along with his family.
"But I don't trust him, " I said, sitting straight on the chair and clenching my handbag. "Rithik Bhaiya would never consider the idea of me getting married to his rival," I stated, getting up and marking my way to the classroom. Completing my lectures allotted in the afternoon, Vidisha offered me a lift in her car as usual.
"Babygirl, why are you taking time to say yes or no?" Vidisha broke the ice between us, her hands curled on the steering wheel.
"Because I don't want to rush before taking any decision" My words were welcomed by the abrupt halt of the car on the roadside.
"What happened?" I thinned my eyebrows and turned to look around, finding other vehicles moving past us. However, a peculiar silence filled the space inside the car. "Vidisha," I called, managing to grab her attention.
"Are you fine? You don't seem to be in your Pankti energy. Where's my best friend? The one who would spit her words on people's faces" She vented out her frustration, hitting the steering wheel with her hand.
"I've noticed you've been detached lately." She continued, meeting my blank stare.
Her confronting words pierced my heart. Ever since I decided to retake my entrance exams, I've withdrawn myself from everything in my life. This isn't me. This isn't how I used to be. The failed attempt gifted me social anxiety that required months to overcome after I started working as a professor, but I miss myself.
Inhaling a deep breath, my eyes glanced at my best friend's tightening facial muscle "Vidisha, I'm afraid. I don't want to end up like Maa. They loved each other so much only to wake up to the news of Papa's sudden disappearance" a lone tear escaped my eye and her arms radiated a supportive feeling, making me believe to stand by me through thick and thin.
"Don't cry. That's how life is. But you're strong. Remember that." Her words acted as a force of motivation to my exhausted soul that was on the verge of giving up.
My phone ring broke our hug. Taking it out from my bag, the number displayed on my screen waiting for me to answer it.
It's him.
My best friend's peculiar face enquired to know the caller.
"Avyukta" I deadpanned.
The call disconnected but started ringing again. Receiving it quickly, I waited for him to speak "Good afternoon Pankti. I apologize for disturbing you"
