"𝘽𝙚𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙏𝙬𝙤 𝙃𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙃𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙨"
𝗛𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗮𝗵, still haunted by her past, finds herself in the Raizada household, where she encounters -𝗥𝘆𝗮𝗻 a carefree and vibrant soul with a passion for painting. Despite her initial reservat...
It was as if Hannah had disappeared into thin air. No trace of her laughter, no teasing voice, no familiar footsteps on the balcony, and most importantly, no sign of her at breakfast. She was like a shadow that had vanished, leaving the house feeling eerily silent without her.
Ryan sat at the breakfast table, staring at the empty chair where she usually sat. Every morning, he hoped to see her walk in, her messy hair and tired eyes looking both endearing and vulnerable. But every day, it was the same-no sign of Hannah. Aarti would ask Mary to call her, but the maid would return, shaking her head, saying Hannah was resting.
Resting.
Ryan didn't buy it. She was avoiding him, slipping away as if she had never been part of his life. He drummed his fingers on the table, trying to hide the anxiety bubbling inside him. His thoughts were stuck on her-on how she used to sit across from him, pushing her food around, lost in her own world. Now, all that remained was the empty space she left behind.
After breakfast, he found himself lingering outside her room more often than not, standing there, staring at the door like it held all the answers. His fist would hover in the air, ready to knock, but he always hesitated. What would he even say if she opened the door? Every time he stood there, the guilt from that day in the garden gnawed at him-how he had hurt her, how she had still defended him.
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Five days, and he hadn't found the courage to face her.
At night, the balcony was the worst. He'd step outside, hoping to catch a glimpse of her, but her door was always shut, the curtains drawn tight. He used to see her there, sitting on the small bench, sometimes with a book in hand or just staring at the sky. Now, the balcony felt cold, abandoned. Sometimes, he'd dare to peek through a small gap in the curtains, his heart thudding, but all he saw was the empty room, as if she had never been there at all.
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He missed her, more than he wanted to admit.
During class, he couldn't focus. His mind wandered constantly, thoughts of Hannah invading every moment. His friends would laugh and joke, but the words went in one ear and out the other. His notebooks were filled with half-written sentences, his attention slipping away every time he remembered the way she looked at him, her soft voice cutting through his thoughts.
