Be Mine

39. One Week More

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A K R I T I

Three fucking days. That’s how long it had been since he left, and every minute felt like a lifetime. He was supposed to be back by now, but due to some mishap in his office, he had to stay longer. He called to tell me that everything between him and his dad was sorted out, and his mom was safe with him. But that wasn’t enough to ease the gnawing emptiness inside me.

Flashback

“Sorry, baby,” he said, his voice apologetic but distant.

“But you told me you’d be back in two days,” I replied, trying to keep my voice steady, but the sadness crept through.

“I know, but work piled up. The new project with the Delhi company is taking up all my time. The staff can’t manage without me right now, so I have to stay for a few more days,” he explained, sounding as frustrated as I felt.

“How many more days?” I asked, feeling the frustration bubble up. We had done long-distance before, and it was fine. But after finally meeting him in person, after feeling his warmth, his presence—I hated this distance. It felt unbearable.

“Maybe a week,” he replied, and I gasped, my heart sinking.

“A fucking week?” I repeated in disbelief, but the words caught in my throat. I couldn’t say anything more. My hands trembled as I ended the call, too frustrated to continue.

Flashback ends

I was sitting in my cabin, staring blankly at my laptop, my fingers still hovering over the keyboard. His words kept echoing in my mind—a fucking week. After we met, after having him so close, I never thought I’d struggle this much with the distance. We used to manage just fine before, but now... now it felt unbearable. My heart felt heavy, like it was weighed down by the very space between us.

I wiped away the tears, trying to focus on the presentation. Bhai was counting on me because of his injury, and I couldn’t let him down. But the more I typed, the more I realised how much I missed him. My speed increased, as if trying to outrun the sadness building inside me. The words on the screen blurred as my vision fogged up with unshed tears.

I couldn’t take it anymore. Slamming the laptop shut, I buried my face in my hands, feeling the weight of the world crash down on me. The pressure of work, the frustration of missing him, the helplessness of not being able to change anything—it all felt like too much. And as hard as I tried to hold back, the tears broke through, falling freely now.

For a while, I let them. I just sat there, allowing myself to cry, hoping it would release even a fraction of the ache inside me. The emptiness in my chest didn’t ease, but at least it gave me something to focus on other than the relentless loneliness. I wiped my face, trying to compose myself, when the door to my cabin suddenly creaked open.

Standing there, as if summoned by my misery, was none other than the most annoying creature in the world—Abhiman.

Over the past few days, he had become my shadow, always following me around. It was Aditya’s order, of course. I didn't mind it too much; his company was a welcome distraction. But today, of all days, I wasn’t sure if I had the energy to deal with him.

I sighed, wiping the last traces of tears from my eyes before he could comment on it.

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