𝗙𝗼𝗿𝗰𝗲𝗱 𝘃𝗼𝘄𝘀, 𝗧𝗿𝘂𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲

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A girl sitting on Vihaan’s lap and her hands was at his chest, seeing this a tear fall from her eyes then suddenly her phone slipped from her hand and clattered onto the floor, echoing through the silent office. The sound jolted Vihaan from his work, drawing his attention to her. He quickly stood up from his chair, concerned etched on his face. Without a word, he rushed over, picked up the phone, and held it out to her. But Ishqi, her eyes betraying her deep hurt, turned and walked away without saying anything.

Vihaan called out to her, his voice laced with desperation, but she didn’t stop. Her heart ached too much to listen. She hurried to her cabin, closed the door behind her, and sank to the floor, tears streaming down her face as she buried her head in her hands.

Back in the office, Vihaan stood frozen for a moment, his eyes on the phone in his hand. He saw the screen still illuminated with a call from his mother. Taking a deep breath, he answered it.

“H-ha mom, apne Ishqi ko call kiya tha?” he asked, his voice heavy with sadness.

{Ye-yes mom, you called my Ishqi?}

“Beta, sab theek hai na? Wo awazein kaisi thi? Kya keh raha tha tu? Kuch clear sunai nahi de rha tha,” his mother asked, her voice tinged with suspicion.

{Beta, is everything okay? What were those sounds like? What were you saying? I couldn't hear anything clearly.}

“H-ha Maa, wo… kuch nahi, wo ac-actually ek employee apna kaam theek se nahi kar raha tha… to usi ko samjha raha tha,” he stammered, trying to compose himself.

{Ye-yes mom, nothing, actually one employee was not doing his work properly… so I was explaining it to him}

“Ap batao na Maa, kyun call kiya apne, aur mujhe call kyun nahi kiya?” he asked, glancing nervously towards Ishqi’s closed cabin door.

{Mom, please tell me why you call ishqi and why didn't you call me?}

“Beta ji, maine kam se kam 10 baar se zyada call kiya hai tujhe. Par tu to thehra Prime Minister. Kahaan fursat hai ki apni maa ka call bhi ek baar mein utha le,” she said with a mock complaint. “Accha, chhod. Maine isliye call kiya tha ki aaj 4 baje hum Adhira ke ghar jaenge. Tu time se aa jana aur Ishqi ko bhi apne sath lete aana,” she ordered him.

{Son, I have called you at least 10 times. But you are the Prime Minister. You don't have time to even pick up your mother's call once.}
{You come on time and bring Ishqi with you}

“Thik hai Maa, main time se aa jaunga aur Is-Ishqi ko bhi le aaunga,” he assured her, his voice softening as he looked at the door again. “Thik hai chalo Maa, bye,” he said before ending the call.

{"Okay mom, I will come on time and bring Is-Ishqi too}

Then hewalked over to Ishqi’s cabin and knocked gently on the door, his voice trembling. “Is-Ishqi… meri baat to suno… Ishqi, please… please, ek baar door open karo. Please, Ishqi, ek baar meri baat sun lo,” he pleaded, tears brimming in his eyes.

{Is-Ishqi… listen to me… Ishqi, please… Please, open the door once. Please, Ishqi, listen to me once}

Meanwhile Ishqi, who completely misunderstood him, whispers to herself.
"Na-nahi... mera Vihaan aisa nahi hai. Nahi... wo mere sath aisa nahi kar sakta…" She pauses, her voice cracking as she chokes on her words.
"Ma-mai jise apne Vihaan manti thi—w-wo to... mera hai hi nahi... mera pehla p-pyar adhura reh gaya…"A sob escapes her lips, and she clutches her chest, feeling the weight of her shattered heart. Her tears fall freely now, her body shaking with each sob.