EHSAAS- The Whispers Of Hearts

The Misunderstanding

I don't know kaise par likh gya hai isliye don't judge me warna paap lagega (mood swings ke side effects😭) jyada mat socho romance hi likha hai par...(padho toh khud Jana jaoge sab) 😙

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Mumbai ✨

"Yeh Vyom ko kya ho gaya hai? Na call utha rahe hain, na message ka reply de rahe hai...!" Karishma muttered under her breath, worry clouding her features as she hurried toward Vyom's apartment.

"Vyom ji!" She called out, knocking on the door after ringing the bell a few times.

When there was no answer, she knocked again, harder this time. "Vyom!" But then she noticed something unusual,  the door was slightly ajar.

"Darwaza khula hua hai… toh phir yeh jawab kyun nahi de rahe hain? Kya darwaza khol kar so gaye hain?" she murmured, her heartbeat quickening. With a tentative push, she stepped inside, her senses heightened by the eerie silence.

She glanced around the living room, finding it empty. She checked the kitchen, still no sign of him. Her anxiety grew as she tiptoed toward his bedroom, each step a little heavier with concern.

"Vyo.…" She whispered, pushing open the door, her voice trailing off as her eyes fell on him.

There he was, lying on the bed with a bandage wrapped around his head, his face pale. His eyes remained closed until the sound of her voice pulled him from the edges of sleep. Slowly, his eyelids fluttered open, and he looked at her.

Without wasting a second, Karishma rushed to his side, kneeling by the bed as her eyes filled with unshed tears. Her hands trembled as they clasped his.

"Yeh sab kab hua, kaise hua? Aur aapne bataya kyun nahi?" Her voice was a delicate mix of worry and anger, her gaze piercing his soul.

"Main theek hoon, Karishma.." Vyom replied, his voice soft, yet weary.

"Thik? Aapko yeh thik lagta hai?" She shot back sarcastically, the sting of her words cutting through the concern. "Itni badi chot lagi hai aur hume batana zaroori nahi samjha?"

"Yeh toh chhoti si chot hai... encounters mein aise lag jaata hai, itni badi baat nhi hai ki aap tension le rahi hai.." He said, his tone dismissive, as if trying to downplay his injury.

"Haan na, hum toh bekar hi  tension lete  isliye toh humse bataya nhi gya? Kya yeh aapka pyaar hai?" Her voice cracked, betraying the pain she was feeling.

"Aisa nhi hai, Karishma... main batana chahta tha. Lekin aap bhi toh busy thi, aapne meri calls ka jawab hi nhi diya..." He responded gently, but the subtle taunt in his voice didn’t go unnoticed.

She looked away, guilt flashing in her eyes. "Sorry... bas kaam mein thodi busy thi."

"Koi baat nahi. Waise bhi yeh koi badi baat nahi thi.." He shrugged, his attempt to brush it off only deepening the tension between them.

"Haan, tabhi toh bataya nhi gya, par  Ab jab hum Haseena bhabhi se aapki shikayat karenge, tab aapko samajh aayega..!" she huffed, her voice laced with playful irritation, though her heart wasn’t quite in it. Vyom smiled, but the usual warmth in his smile was missing, a subtle void that didn’t go unnoticed by her.

"Aap humse naraz hai?" She asked softly, her fingers tightening around his, her eyes searching his face for answers.

Before Vyom could respond, a voice from the doorway cut through the tension. "Vyom, main vegetables le aayi hoon!"

Karishma's head snapped toward the voice, her heart sinking as she saw a girl standing there, her black hair cascading over her shoulders, a soft smile on her lips as she held a bag of vegetables. The girl's fair skin and warm demeanor only heightened Karishma’s unease.