Rukmini's hands moved methodically, cutting the fabric with precision, yet her mind was elsewhere, lost in a labyrinth of thoughts. Each snip of the scissors seemed to echo her inner turmoil. Shruti, ever the perceptive friend, noticed the quiet storm brewing inside her. With a gentle approach, she asked, "What's wrong? Is everything okay?"
Rukmini, her focus unwavering, gave a dismissive wave of her hand. "No, nothing," she replied curtly, avoiding Shruti's gaze.
But Shruti wasn't convinced. Later, as they walked home side by side, the air heavy with unspoken words, she tried again, her voice softer but filled with concern. "Please, tell me. What happened?"
Rukmini stopped walking for a moment, her steps faltering as she muttered, "No, you don't. I've just come here recently."
Shruti, frustrated yet determined, pressed her, "I know what you're hiding. You're from the future, aren't you? Will you tell me what's really going on?"
Rukmini's heart skipped a beat, her mind racing. She turned to Shruti, her eyes wide with shock. "How did you know?"
Before she could process, Shruti cut her off with a casual grin. "Taksh told me."
The words hit Rukmini like a wave, her face flushing with embarrassment. "Don't tell me you and Taksh-" she trailed off, her expression a mix of surprise and disbelief.
Shruti couldn't help but laugh at Rukmini's reaction. "Yes, dumbo," she teased. "Now, spill. What's been happening?"
Rukmini felt a weight lift off her shoulders, yet a reluctance remained. She sighed, looking away before beginning to speak. Slowly at first, she recounted everything-from the strange arrival to the confusion and the pain, unfolding the complexity of her life with each word. Shruti listened, her expression shifting from curiosity to awe as the truth of Rukmini's journey unraveled before her.
When Rukmini finally reached home, the burden of her emotions overwhelmed her. She bolted to her room, locking the door behind her, seeking solitude. She collapsed to the floor, hugging her knees tightly, her body wracked with sobs. The rawness of her pain, the echo of Raman's struggles, and the weight of everything she had learned crashed over her. "Why?" she whispered into the emptiness, her voice thick with grief.
As she sat there in the dark, Taksh's words reverberated in her mind, a bittersweet reminder: "You're in love with him." Her breath hitched as the realization hit her, a strange mix of sorrow and joy flooding her heart. In the midst of all her confusion and pain, she understood-she had discovered something deeper than she ever expected. Despite the chaos, despite the time and the distance, she had found love.
To be continued ...........................................
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Любовные романы"He, a soldier fighting for freedom. She, his lost diamond-a beautiful storm of memories. And he was her reason to survive." Disclaimer: This work is a piece of pure fiction and should be treated as such. The following points clarify the intent and...
