The dinner table was set, the apartment aglow with soft lighting. Ashta and Ayan sat down, the silence between them palpable.
Ashta didn't mind; she was lost in thought but Ayan's unease was evident.His eyes darted around the room, avoiding hers.The clinking of utensils on plates filled the silence. Ashta sensed something brewing. Ayan's tension was contagious.She waited, her patience wearing thin.
Finally, Ayan spoke.
"Ashta, please stay away from Rhea."
His words dropped like a bombshell. Ashta's grip on the spoon tightened, her skin burning in pain.She didn't utter a word.
Ayan's fear was palpable."You know what happened at the office... the pen holder thing. I'm worried."
Ashta's eyes locked onto Ayan's.She saw the doubt, the suspicion.
Her heart sank.He didn't trust her.
The spoon trembled in her hand.She set it down, careful not to reveal her turmoil.
Ayan continued."I know you've been struggling... with your emotions. But Rhea's scared."
Ashta's mask slipped, revealing a flicker of hurt but she regained control.
Her voice remained steady."I understand."
Ayan's eyes searched hers."Please, Ashta. For my sake."
The plea cut deep.
Ashta felt a chasm growing between them.She pushed her chair back.
"I'll stay away."
The words tasted bitter.
Ayan's relief was evident but Ashta's heart ached.
She rose, collecting the plates.The dinner, once a peaceful evening, now lay in shambles.
Ashta's thoughts swirled.
Did Ayan truly believe she'd harm Rhea?
Or was this just a precaution?
The questions haunted her as she loaded the dishwasher, Ashta's gaze met Ayan's.
For an instant, their eyes locked.
Ashta saw the fear lingering within her resolve hardened.
She would prove herself.Not with words, but actions.
The silence between them grew, a living, breathing entity.
Ashta wondered if she could bridge the gap Or if it was already too late.
Ashta's world began to shrink, her emotions suffocating under the weight of Ayan's words.
"Stay away from Rhea."
The phrase replayed in her mind like a broken record.She felt trapped, misunderstood.Ayan's concern had turned to suspicion.
Their interactions became strained.
Meals were eaten in silence, conversations dwindling.Ashta's shell hardened, protecting her from the pain.Ayan tried to reconnect, but Ashta's defenses were impenetrable.
One evening, as they sat in the living room, Ayan broke the silence."Ashta, what's going on? You're shutting me out."
Ashta's mask slipped, revealing a glimmer of pain but she regained control.
Her voice was barely audible.
"I need space."
Ayan's face fell.He pulled back, his eyes searching for answers.
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A Tale Of Hidden Scars ✔️
Conto[Need editing] *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...
