Kabir's Perspective
After hanging up the call with Aditi's mom, I headed to the kitchen to return my mom's phone. The house was quiet, save for the faint sound of conversation between my parents. They were sitting at the table, their tea cups steaming gently in the dim light of the evening.
I walked in, and both of them looked up from their tea as I approached. My mom's warm smile greeted me, and I handed her the phone.
"Thanks," I said, passing it over. "Aditi's mom said Aditi's already asleep. But they invited me over for breakfast tomorrow, so I'll head over in the morning to get the schoolwork I missed and have breakfast with them."
My mom's smile softened, and she exchanged a brief, meaningful look with Dad. It was a silent conversation, one that seemed to carry a lot of weight, though I couldn't quite decipher it.
"That sounds lovely, Kabir," Mom said, her tone soft and approving. "It's nice that they're looking out for you and that you're so close with them."
"Yeah," I replied, feeling a bit awkward under their scrutiny. "They're really great people. It's always good to catch up with them."
Dad nodded, a faint smile on his face. "It's nice to have friends like that. "
I gave a noncommittal shrug, unsure of why their reactions seemed so intense. "Yeah, it does."
Mom's eyes held a glimmer of something—pride, maybe, or a deeper understanding—but she said nothing more. She simply gave me a gentle pat on the shoulder. "Well, enjoy your evening, Kabir. And be sure to get some rest before tomorrow."
"Will do," I said, heading for the door. I could still feel the weight of their unspoken thoughts as I left the kitchen.
As I made my way to the dining room, I couldn't shake the feeling that there was something more to their reactions, but I pushed it aside. The day had been long, and I was eager to relax and enjoy a quiet dinner.
The early morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow in my room. I had barely slept a wink, too excited and nervous for the day ahead. It was Sunday, and today I was heading over to Aditi's place. After yesterday's victory and the quiet moments with Mom, I was looking forward to catching up with Aditi, though I didn't know the full extent of what was happening with her.
I hurried through my morning routine, trying to shake off the lingering tiredness from last night's celebration. Downstairs, Mom and Dad were already at the breakfast table. I greeted them with a smile and joined them for a quick bite before heading out.
Mom set a plate of fresh parathas in front of me, their aroma filling the kitchen with a comforting scent. I took a few bites, savoring the crispy edges and soft centers. As much as I loved these parathas, today my mind was elsewhere.
"Excited for your visit to Aditi's place?" Dad asked, looking up from his newspaper.
"Yeah, definitely," I said, trying to sound enthusiastic despite the nerves gnawing at me. "I just hope everything's okay."
Mom placed a bowl of yogurt on the table. "You'll do fine, Kabir. Just be yourself."
"Thanks, Mom," I said, giving her a grateful smile.
After breakfast, I quickly gathered my things and headed out. The drive to Aditi's home was a blur of anticipation and curiosity. As I approached the familiar house, a sense of nervous excitement filled me. I hadn't expected to feel so jittery, but something about the way Aditi had sounded on the phone yesterday made me anxious.
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