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Chapter 12: Overthinking

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Song by Arijit Singh and Asees Kaur

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The next morning, Meera woke up to find the bed empty.

She sat up, her head spinning as the memories of last night rushed back.

"What the hell is wrong with you, Meera?!" she muttered to herself, frustration clear in her voice.

She buried her face in her hands. "You shouldn't have done that."

Her phone buzzed with notifications. Two messages popped up.

Sidharth : Morning. I had a meeting so I left early. Don't overthink it.

Meera let out a small sigh of relief. At least he didn't make a big deal out of it.

But before she could process her emotions, her eyes landed on the second message.

Mom: I think your dad texted you something. At least respond this time, and it better be a yes. I'm calling you at 3 PM.

Instantly, the relief faded, replaced by a familiar knot of anxiety in her chest.

Meera's hands shook as she reread the message, knowing all too well what her mom was hinting at.

The pressure to say yes, to agree to something she wasn't ready for-again.

Tears welled up in her eyes. She had thought securing the investment would show them she was capable, that she could stand on her own two feet.

But the deal with Sidharth was still in the early stages, just talk for now. And after last night, things felt... complicated.

For once in her life, she felt comfortable enough to talk with, and that person was willing to listen too yet all this felt foreign.

His message said it was fine, but her mind kept replaying every moment. Could she trust that it really was?

"How did I get here?" she whispered, pressing her face into her pillow, her emotions overwhelming her.

Her phone buzzed again, pulling her from her thoughts.

Saanvi: Heyyy, I need you ASAP at my room! You coming?

Right. The wedding.

For a moment, Meera had completely forgotten. How was she supposed to face everyone today? Especially Sidharth?

Meera: Of course! I'll be there soon. Just need to get ready.

Dragging herself out of bed, she quickly showered, trying to shake off the awkwardness of the night before.

As she stared at her reflection in the mirror, she barely recognized the woman looking back.

"Pull yourself together," she muttered, but her thoughts were still a jumbled mess.

Time: 11:30 am

Thirty minutes later, Meera slipped into a simple outfit, but with enough elegance for the gathering.

Her outfit: