Glimpse ࿐ ࿔･ﾟ
"Keh do..!" he said, pulling her closer.
("Say it..!")
"Kya..?", she said while trying to maintain distance.
("What..?")
"Vahi jo tumhari yeh aankhein bayaan krti hai", he whispered in her ears and pulled her closer.
("The thing that y...
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"Tumhare yaadon ko pasand hai shayad mere aankhon ki nami...🥀
("Maybe your memories like the tears in my eyes...)
Mei hasna bhi chahu toh rula deti hai teri yeh kami".
(Even when I want to smile, the emptiness of you makes me cry.")
⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽ ☆ ☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅
Maanvi left her cabin and saw that Anvesha had already gone. She informed the receptionist and left the office as well. The liftman and security guard greeted her downstairs, but Maanvi was lost in her thoughts, so she didn't notice.
She sat in her car in the side parking lot and left for home.
She stopped her car in front of a building, parked it in the parking area, and walked towards her flat.
She rang the doorbell, and a woman in her late 40s with a half-burnt face and frail condition opened the door. (She's Suhasini Rai, mother of Manvi)
Maanvi entered the house and went to her room she tossed her purse on the bed and went straight to the bathroom. She slammed the bathroom door shut and splashed water on her face. Looking in the mirror, she said, "Kya hoga interview mei, itne saalo baad hum aamne-saamne hoge...tum kaise react karoge ansh...?"
("What will happen in the interview? After so many years, we'll be face to face... How will you react, Ansh?")
Manvi quickly freshened up and joined her mother in the hall for dinner. They ate quietly, sharing a few soft exchanges before Manvi insisted on helping her mother wash the utensils. After Suhasini retired to her bedroom for the night, Manvi grabbed her laptop and sat on the mattress in her balcony, hoping to catch up on work. But no matter how hard she tried, her mind kept wandering, unable to focus.
A soft patter of rain suddenly drew her attention. She looked up from the screen and noticed the rain falling steadily, its rhythm calming yet stirring something deep inside her. Manvi set her laptop aside, getting up from the mattress. She stepped toward the railing and extended her hand, feeling the cool droplets land softly on her palm. A faint smile tugged at her lips as the rain spoke to her soul, silently coaxing a tear to rise from her eyes.
As the rain fell, she found herself lost in a scene unfolding in her mind-a memory. Two figures stood together, drenching in the rain, their faces filled with joy as they twirled in the rhythm of the downpour. The man extended his hand, and the woman placed hers gently in his, their fingers intertwining as they danced to the music of the rain. Slowly, the scene began to fade.
