Rainbows And Sunsets ~ A Dhruv Jurel Fanfiction

11.

Ishita hadn’t been home in months, and returning to Ahmedabad felt like a breath of fresh air. The familiar sights and sounds of her hometown filled her with a sense of comfort that she hadn't realized she was missing.

After her taxi pulled up to her childhood home, she stepped out, taking in the warmth of the early morning sun. Her mother, Mrs. Mehta, was already at the door, a wide smile spreading across her face.

“Ishita! Tu aa gayi! Kitni yaad aa rahi thi tujhe,” her mother exclaimed, pulling her into a tight hug.

“Maa, mujhe bhi bahut yaad aa rahi thi,” Ishita replied, holding her mother close. “Mumbai ke stress se door, yahan kitni shaanti hai.”

As they walked inside, the familiar smell of home-cooked food wafted through the air. Her father was sitting in the living room, reading the newspaper. He looked up and smiled as she entered.

“Arre, Ishita! ,” he said, folding the newspaper and getting up to hug her. “Kaise ho baccha?”

“Bilkul theek hoon, Papa,” Ishita replied, feeling the love and warmth of her parents envelop her. “Aap kaise ho?”

“Hum toh bas tumhare intezaar mein the,” he said, patting her head affectionately.

The day was spent catching up with her parents, visiting relatives, and revisiting old memories. Ishita felt at peace being surrounded by the people who knew her best. She also spent some time meeting up with old friends, laughing and reminiscing about the good old days.

In the evening, Ishita decided to take a walk in the neighborhood park where she used to play as a child. The park was still the same, with kids running around, their laughter filling the air. She sat on a bench, taking in the sights and sounds, feeling a wave of nostalgia wash over her.

Her phone buzzed, pulling her out of her thoughts. It was a message from Dhruv.

Dhruv: "How’s Ahmedabad treating you?"

Ishita smiled as she typed back.

Ishita: "Feels like home, literally. It’s nice to be back. How’s Mumbai without me?"

Dhruv: "Boring. No one to fight with about decor choices."

Ishita: "Haha! So, you miss the arguments more than me?"

Dhruv: "Maybe. Also, who else will bring rain in my life if not you?"

Ishita chuckled, remembering their rainy encounters.

It was strange how someone who disliked rain so much had ended up with someone who loved it.

Their conversations always felt easy, like they had known each other forever.

Ishita: "I think you secretly like the rain now. Admit it."

Dhruv: "Maybe. But I do miss seeing you get drenched in it, with that smile of yours."

Ishita felt her cheeks warm up, a blush spreading across her face. It was becoming harder to deny the growing connection between them.

Ishita: "You’re lucky I’m not there to make you stand in the rain again."

Dhruv: "I’m counting my blessings. Enjoy your time at home. I’ll see you soon."

Ishita: "Yes, soon."

As she put her phone away, Ishita couldn’t help but feel a twinge of longing. Despite being surrounded by the love of her family, she realized she was missing Dhruv’s presence. He had become a significant part of her life, more than she had anticipated.

She stood up, taking a deep breath, letting the cool evening breeze wash over her. The sky was painted with hues of orange and pink, the sun setting in the distance. As she walked back home, she knew that while Ahmedabad would always be her home, Mumbai held a special place now, because of him.

For the first time, Ishita was looking forward to going back to the city that never sleeps, because there, amidst the chaos and noise, was someone who made her feel alive.