Ayan's concern deepened as he discovered Ashta's self-harming habits.He couldn't shake off the image of her scarred wrists. Determined to help, Ayan made a bold decision"I'm moving in with Ashta."
Rhea's voice rose in protest"Ayan, are you crazy? That's not a good idea!" Ayan's resolve didn't waver"I have to be there for her, Rhea. She needs me."
Rhea's disapproval was palpable"You're compromising our relationship for someone who—" Ayan interrupted gently"Ashta's not just anyone. She's my friend, Rhea."
Rhea sighed"Fine. Do what you think is right."
Ayan sensed Rhea's hurt but prioritized Ashta's well-being.
At Ashta's apartment, Ayan settled in. Ashta's surprise turned to gratitude"You'd do this for me?"
Ayan smiled softly"I'll always be here."
Ashta's fragile smile touched his heart.Days blended into weeks as Ayan settled into Ashta's apartment. Their initial awkwardness gave way to a comfortable routine.
Mornings began with Ayan cooking breakfast, the aroma of scrambled eggs or oatmeal filling the air. Ashta woke up to the sound of sizzling vegetables, her senses slowly coming alive.She made her bed, fluffing pillows with precision, finding solace in the simple task. Ayan smiled, watching her tidy up.
"You're getting better at this," he teased.
Ashta's smile faltered, but she continued, determined.Their household chores were divided with ease. Ayan took charge of cooking and grocery shopping, planning meals in advance. Ashta managed laundry and cleaning, finding comfort in organization.Evenings brought them together. Ayan prepared dinner, experimenting with new recipes. Ashta helped with meal prep, chopping vegetables or setting the table.
After dinner, they shared household tasks. Ayan washed dishes on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays; Ashta took charge on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays. Sundays were alternating.Ashta unwound by reading, journaling, or practicing yoga. Ayan relaxed with movies, music, or guitar.
Weekends brought their own routine. Ayan went grocery shopping on Saturdays, while Ashta dedicated Sundays to deep cleaning.
One morning,Ashta woke up to the gentle warmth of sunlight peeking through the curtains. She stretched, feeling the softness of her bed, and smiled. Ayan's presence filled her heart with joy.
She walked into the kitchen, where Ayan was already cooking breakfast. The aroma of scrambled eggs and freshly brewed coffee enveloped her, making her stomach growl with anticipation.
"Good morning,Ashtha!" Ayan chimed, setting a steaming cup beside her.
Ashta's eyes sparkled. "Morning!"
They sat together, savoring their breakfast and the quiet morning moments.Ashta felt grateful for this life they'd built. Ayan's unwavering support had become her anchor.
"You make every day brighter, Ayan," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.Ayan's eyes crinkled at the corners. "You do the same for me, Ashta."
Their days blended into a comforting routine. Ashta's fears receded, replaced by a sense of security.In his company, Ashta felt calm,her heart swelled with love for him.
One evening, as they sat on the couch, Ashta turned to Ayan."Ayan, I don't know what I'd do without you," she said, her voice trembling.
Ayan's response was instinctive. "Hey don't cry, I will always be there for you."
Ashta realized Ayan's presence soothed her soul and his love healed her wounds.
08/07/2004
~Ashta's birthday
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A Tale Of Hidden Scars ✔️
Kısa Hikaye*Ashta* Entrepreneur | Complex Soul Ashta, a striking and enigmatic figure in her late 20s, is a self-made businesswoman with a razor-sharp mind and a penchant for control. Her raven-black hair and piercing eyes command attention, but beneath her po...
