" 𝐼𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑙𝑜𝑤 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑑."
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Aisha , her name alone melts the coldest hearts, and her bright smile brightens their days. The cheery, bright, and sometimes...
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Suddenly, Radhika's eyes widened, her voice laced with shock, "Wait... what the hell? Joshi? Aisha is a Joshi? That means..."
Her friends exchanged stunned looks before saying together, "AISHA AND CHANDRA ARE SISTERS!"
Anaya nodded solemnly, confirming their suspicions.
Natasha furrowed her brow, her voice full of confusion. "Now, who is she?" She wasn't the only one puzzled—everyone nodded, eager for answers.
Ayush sighed deeply, rubbing his temples as though trying to ease the weight of the past.
"She's... she's also a Joshi. She used to be our friend." His voice faltered on the last word, the memories stirring uncomfortably in his mind.
Before he could continue, Manvi and Radhika quickly interrupted, shaking their heads vehemently.
"Not mine," they said in unison.
Radhika crossed her arms, her expression hard. "We were only close to her because of the Golden Circle. If it wasn't for that, I never liked that girl."
Vikram frowned, his curiosity piqued. "Golden Circle? What's that?"
Aditya leaned forward, taking a deep breath. "It was our friend group—only the most talented, the closest friends were in it. We had a bond... but that doesn't mean we liked everyone in the group." He exchanged glances with the others, all nodding in agreement.
Veer's gaze softened, a mix of confusion and concern crossing his features. "Anaya said Aisha wasn't always like this. What was she like in school?" His voice carried a note of tenderness, as though trying to understand the girl they now saw in a different light.
Aisha's friends shared a quiet smile, the memories pulling them into the past. It was almost as if they were reliving a different time, a different Aisha.
"She was... different. Soft, kind," Radhika began, her lips curving into a faint smile, her eyes distant as though she could still see the old Aisha in her mind. "She loved to dance, to joke around... always with a spark in her eyes. There was this innocence about her. You'd never think she could break."
Manvi nodded, her expression softening, almost wistful. "Yeah... she was the one who made everything seem lighter, like nothing could ever weigh her down." She chuckled faintly. "She used to be this delicate little girl, fragile in a way—like if you blew too hard, she'd just float away...."
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