DESTINY....together forever

Chapter 3

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And as I promised, here's the answer to my last question.

I have a long list of hobbies, but the ones I love the most are painting and singing.

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As the days grew shorter, the reality of leaving for London began to sink in. Every passing hour felt like it was carrying me closer to the inevitable, and though I had dreamt of this moment for years, now that it was happening, I couldn't shake off the bittersweet ache that clung to my heart.

Packing was a mess. My room, which was usually neat, looked like it had been hit by a tornado of clothes, books, and sentimental keepsakes I couldn't bring myself to leave behind.

"Srishti, I found these at the back of your closet," Mumma said, walking in with a pile of old photo albums.

"These should go in your luggage," she smiled, her eyes glistening with a mix of pride and sadness.

"Thanks, Mumma," I whispered, taking the albums from her hands.

She sat beside me on the floor, running her hand through my hair in the same comforting way she always did. It reminded me of those quiet evenings when I would lie in her lap, feeling the world melt away. Now, the thought of being across oceans from her felt like a strange twist of fate.

"You know, when you were little, I used to dream about this day. About you growing up to become the woman you are today." Her voice cracked slightly, and I looked up at her, my heart swelling with emotion. "But I didn't think it would come so soon."

"Mumma, I'm just going to study. It's not like I'm moving forever," I tried to reassure her, but even I knew the weight behind my words. London was the first big step, and neither of us knew what would come after.

"I know, dear, but still... you'll be so far," she said, giving me a soft smile.

Before I could say anything else, Avi burst into the room, carrying a massive shopping bag in one hand and a goofy grin on his face.

"Srish, I got you some snacks for the flight!" he said, plopping the bag down on the bed.

"Snacks? Avi, I'm not moving to Mars!" I laughed, rifling through the bag filled with cookies, chocolates, and instant noodles.

"Whatever. You'll thank me when you're starving at 2 a.m. in London and the only thing open is some fancy café that serves overpriced salads," he said, settling on the bed.

"Thanks," I said, my voice soft. He didn't show it, but I knew he would miss me as much as I would miss him. Growing up, we fought over the silliest things, but deep down, we were each other's biggest support system.

"Make sure you video call every day," he muttered, his eyes glued to his phone as if trying to act casual.

"I will. I'll miss annoying you the most," I teased.

He didn't respond, but I caught the hint of a smile before he slipped out of the room.

The next few days flew by in a blur of packing, goodbyes, and last-minute errands. My favourite aunt had visited to give me one final hug before I left, and even Papa, who usually kept his emotions in check, was quieter than usual. He didn't say much, but I could see the way he looked at me as if he was trying to memorize every detail before I left.