Krish sat in his room, worried about Armaan's health, but unable to leave Abhira alone. His thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door. It must be Abhira, he thought. After all, Rohit and Ruhi weren't expected back today.
Krish opened the door to find Abhira standing there, holding a chocolate bar in her hand. She had always loved chocolate, and he, along with Rohit and Armaan, loved indulging her sweet tooth.
“Andar aa,” Krish said, stepping aside to let her enter.
“No, andar nhi aana. Let’s go for a walk.” Abhira suggested with a mischievous smile.
Krish glanced out the window. “Abhi?"
“Don’t act like an oldie, Krish. It's just 8,” she teased, her tone light. “Raat hone mein waqt hai.”
Krish sighed, still looking at the window. “But it’s raining.”
“It’s not pouring. Come on, ghar baithe kya karna hai tumhe?” Abhira urged, her eyes twinkling with a playful challenge.
With no better option in sight, Krish reluctantly agreed. They both stepped outside without umbrellas, as the rain had softened to a gentle drizzle. Abhira, as always, preferred walking without one, embracing the cool droplets against her skin.
They walked in silence for a while, the rain pattering softly around them. Out of nowhere, Abhira broke the quiet.
“Sorry,” she murmured, almost too softly for Krish to hear.
“Sorry? For what?” Krish asked, genuinely puzzled.
“For the other day… in the car. I shouldn’t have ignored you like that,” she said, taking a bite of her chocolate.
Krish shook his head. “Abhira, it’s fine. There’s no need to apologize for that. I could see you were upset, and how you reacted then doesn’t really matter. But now, tell me kyun pareshan hai?”
Abhira drew a deep breath, hesitating. “Krish, I don’t even know where to begin… it's Armaan.”
Krish's heart skipped a beat, his instincts telling him that this conversation could lead to something important. “What about Armaan?”
“I can’t get him out of my head,” she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper. “Kal rat ko bhi I was thinking about him, and today, it’s been the same. I don’t know why this is happening, but it is.”
Krish listened intently, sensing the conflict in her voice. “And how does that make you feel?”
Abhira sighed, searching for the right words. “I don’t know. I can’t put a name to it. Thinking about him makes me happy. I love hearing his voice, even if it’s just for a moment. I find myself wanting to see him again, hoping he’ll find some way to meet me every day.” She paused, her brow furrowing in confusion. “It’s more than just liking him… but it feels too soon to call it love. How can I fall for someone I just met yesterday?”
Krish couldn't help but smile softly at her words. “But you didn’t just meet him yesterday, did you? You’ve met him before.”
Her eyes searched his face as the realization sank in. She had met Armaan before; she had just lost the memories of their past. “Did I feel the same way about him back then?” she asked, a hint of desperation in her voice.
Krish paused, choosing his words carefully. “Pata nhi… shayad haan, shayad na.”
“Tb wo ladki thi uske life mein?” Abhira’s voice trembled slightly, her need for clarity intensifying.
“Then She had just entered his life,” Krish answered honestly.
“Did I know about her? What was her name?” Abhira asked, her curiosity piqued.
