The Moonlight Love

chapter 27

A jealous heart, a troubled mind,
A love affair, hard to find.
Doubt and fear, a heavy load,
A love story, a painful road.

Pankhudi's pov.....

The night was crisp and clear, the sky a canvas painted with twinkling stars.

As we all getting ready for the campfire party. We arranged things that bringing with us.

The crisp night air was filled with the crackling of a bonfire as we arrived at the frozen lake. The party was already in full swing, with laughter and music echoing across the icy expanse. As we approached, everyone's faces lit up with excitement.

"You made it!" shouted the girl Mia I helped said her voice barely audible over the din. "We were just talking about you."

We joined the crowd, warming our hands by the fire and sipping hot chocolate. The lake, a mirror of the starry sky above, was a breathtaking sight. Icebergs, jagged and otherworldly, floated lazily on the surface, their edges shimmering with a ghostly glow.

As the night wore on, the atmosphere became more relaxed and intimate. People shared stories, laughed together, and danced under the stars. The music, a mix of old and new, created a perfect soundtrack for the evening.

I found myself drawn to a quiet corner by the lake, where a some of them were playing a game of truth or dare. I watched them for a while, amused by their antics. One by one, they revealed secrets and performed embarrassing acts, their laughter filling the air.

Eventually, I was dared to sing a song. Blushing, I agreed, and began to croak out a tune.

My eyes always follow him as he was sitting with Vidya other side of bonfire and I was sitting with girls.

Under the bonfire light he looks mesmerizing my eyes never let go a single chance to check him out. As everyone was cheered me on I felt a surge of confidence.

I started to sing the song I like...... Rozana by Sherya ghoshal.

When I finished, I was met with a chorus of applause and laughter.

"Pakhu dii you sing it so wall" Mira said.

"Thanks... Mira" I said.

As the night drew to a close, we gathered around the fire for one last round of stories. We shared our favorite memories of the year, our hopes for the future.
As I looked around at the smiling faces, I realized how lucky I was to be part of such a wonderful night. The night had been magical, and I knew it was a memory I would cherish forever.

The warmth of the fire reflecting in his eyes, a spark ignited between us.

I was lost in a world of my own, my thoughts swirling around the man sitting across from me. His gaze, deep and intense, held me captive. But then, Amy's voice broke through my reverie.

"Did you guys know Vidya Ma'am and Mr. Singh were childhood friends and seem really close? I think something might be going on between them," she whispered, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

My heart pounded in my chest. Vidya  and Mr. Singh? Childhood friends? I couldn't believe it. They were always so professional, so distant. The thought of them being anything more than colleagues.

As I tried to process Amy's revelation, a wave of pain washed over me. I didn't knew about Vidya and Ranvi's relationship.

a perfect match. The thought of him being involved with someone else was unbearable.

I tried to hide my emotions, to act nonchalant. But inside, I was a mess. My mind raced with questions. Was there really something going on between Vidya and Mr. Singh? What kind of relationship were they having?
Jealousy, a bitter, consuming emotion, took hold of me. I felt a surge of anger.