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Just bad lucks

At the ramp walk centre, Aditi glided across the polished floor, her heart racing with a mix of excitement and anxiety. The final practice for the Miss Supranational was crucial and she poured her energy into perfecting her walk.

As she practiced, she stole glances at her phone, hoping for a message or a call from Ishan.

She could almost hear his voice in her mind, recalling the day's events, sharing jokes and laughs, and easing each other's burden. Maybe tonight would be different. She wished for him to reach out and forget their argument.

As she struck a pose, the thought of their usual chats filled her mind and she silently wished for reconciliation, eager to hear about his day and share her own, no matter how small.

"Done!" her choreographer called out, breaking the tension in the air. She felt a rush of relief and pride as she walked over, her heart still racing from the practice. "You did so much better than yesterday! Your focus today wad incredible." her choreographer praised, a bright smile lighting up her face.

"Thank you! Appreciate all your hard work too." Aditi replied, returning the compliment with gratitude. It felt good to hear the encouragement, especially after the long hours of practice. With a sense of confidence, she grabbed her phone and headed towards the dressing room, excitement bubbling inside her.

As she entered the room, Aditi glanced at her phone, hoping to see a message from him. The anticipation of hearing his voice made her heart flutter. She took a deep breath before unlocking it, reminding herself that tonight could be the night they would reconnect, just like they always did.

Aditi unlocked her phone, the familiar wallpaper of her with her family bringing a smile on her face. Sliding the screen down, her heart raced as she scanned through the notifications, hoping for a glimpse of his name. But her heart sank as she found nothing – no calls , no texts.

Flinching her head backward in disbelief, she murmured to herself. "He didn't sent me a message yet?" A wave of confusion washed over her. He should be back from practice by now. Maybe he just needed some time to cool off, she thought, trying to reassure herself.

Determined to find some connection, she quickly navigated to her social media, her fingers trembling slightly as she scrolled through her messages. But still, there was nothing from him. The silence felt heavy, she couldn't understand why he hadn't reached out.

Was he still upset? Did he really wanted to talk to her? The uncertainty ate her up, leaving her more anxious and alone.

Aditi tried to distract herself. Opening her favorite playlist, she let the music wash over her, hoping it would lighten her mood. As the familiar tunes filled the room, she began to change out of her gown.

With each song, she felt a little more at ease, reminding herself that she had her own journey to focus on. She knew whatever was going on, she could handle it. If Ishan reached out later, great. If not, she would keep moving forward.

After finishing her quick change, Aditi went to her room. As she lied down on her bed, she thought about the upcoming performance and how much she had worked for it.

Feeling a bit more grounded, she picked up her phone again, just to check if there were any updates. Still nothing. She sighed but instead of dwelling on it, she reminded herself that she had friends and family to connect with.

With a small smile, she texted her family to see what were upto. It was a good way to shift her focus and enjoy the evening.

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Ishan had just returned from practice and washed his face, feeling the cool water refresh him after a long , exhausting session. After changing into comfortable clothes, he took a moment to gather himself, as he had dinner plans with his teammates.