What after That?

Ch 16.

Simran lay sprawled on her bed, her head buried in her pillow, a deep pout on her face.

The events of the day kept replaying in her mind, and she couldn’t shake off the nagging disappointment. "Aaj pata nahi Shubman kahan chala gaya tha... mujhe dikha hi nahi," she muttered to herself, turning onto her back with a sigh.

She stared up at the ceiling, feeling the weight of her unspoken feelings.

She rolled onto her side, hugging her pillow close. "Mujhe baat karni thi..." she whispered, her voice tinged with frustration.

She had planned it all out in her head, every word she wanted to say, how she would finally gather the courage to talk to him. But the day had come and gone, and Shubman had been nowhere to be found.

Turning onto her stomach, she buried her face in the pillow again. "Ab aur nahi hota..." she mumbled, her resolve hardening.

She was tired of waiting, tired of holding back. "I want to tell him... anyhow," she declared, her voice muffled by the pillow but filled with determination.

Simran sat up suddenly, a newfound determination in her eyes. She wasn’t sure how she would do it or when, but she knew she couldn’t keep this inside any longer.

Simran's resolve wavered as quickly as it had come. "But... aise direct jaake I... I can't," she muttered, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

The very thought of confessing her feelings directly made her heart race, and she instinctively covered her face with her hands. "Mujhe sharam aati hai," she whispered, feeling a deep blush spread across her cheeks.

She fell back onto her bed, pulling the blanket over her head as if it could hide her from her own thoughts. "So what should I do?" she wondered aloud, her voice barely above a whisper.

She felt trapped in her own shyness, caught between the desire to tell Shubman how she felt and the overwhelming fear of actually doing it.

In an attempt to distract herself, Simran reached for her small button cell phone lying on the nightstand.

She plugged in her earphones and scrolled through her playlist, her fingers hovering over a song that always seemed to speak to her heart.

She tapped play on "Teri Deewani," the haunting melody filling her ears as she closed her eyes, letting the music wash over her.

As the lyrics echoed in her mind, Simran felt a mix of emotions swirling within her—longing, hope, fear, and that ever-present shyness.

The song mirrored her feelings perfectly, and for a moment, she allowed herself to get lost in the music, imagining a world where she could be bold enough to speak her heart.

But for now, all she could do was dream and hope that one day, she would find the courage to make those dreams a reality.

Meanwhile on other side~~

Shubman stood in his room, a playful grin spreading across his face as he admired his reflection in the mirror.

His eyes focused on his biceps, which he flexed and unflexed, clearly enjoying the sight. The mirror caught the gleam in his eyes as he turned slightly, checking out the definition in his arms.

“Not bad, Shubman,” he muttered to himself, his grin widening. He lifted his arm higher, flexing harder as if challenging his reflection to a contest.

The muscles in his arms tightened, showing the results of all those workouts he’d been religiously doing.

Shubman leaned closer to the mirror, still grinning like a kid with a new toy, admiring the way his biceps bulged slightly under the light.