ADHURI KAHANI: A tale of an amnesic bond

43. JELOUSY IS A DISEASE

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INAAYA'S POV

I entered my office, and there it was again, standing tall like it had every right to be there—a bubble tea, third one this week. For the third time in three days. And I knew exactly who left it.

Sir.

For some reason, he'd started this routine of leaving me boba tea. He used to hand it to me directly, with a casual smile or a few words, but lately, he just leaves it on my desk without saying a thing. No note, no mention of it when we cross paths later in the day, as if it's the most normal thing in the world.

What's going on in his mind? Why is he doing this? Just when I thought I was moving on, just when I was starting to feel like I could, he starts with this... And not just any boba—it's butterscotch. My favorite. The one I told him about, years ago, when we were... something. When he still remembered.

I chuckle, but it's a sad, hollow sound. He doesn't even remember that conversation, doesn't remember anything from that time we shared, so why does he keep bringing butterscotch boba? What is this? A coincidence? Or some unconscious part of him that remembers things even his conscious mind doesn't?

"Don't do this to me, Ishaan," I whisper, more to myself than anyone else.

 Let me move on, let me forget whatever we had—or could've had—because the chances of 'us' are non-existent now. We don't have a future. He doesn't even remember the past we shared. All those moments, those small but significant memories... they're gone for him. They mean nothing now.

I shake my head, trying to snap myself out of it. I can't let myself dwell on that chapter of my life anymore. It's already closed. Whatever we had, whatever we could have been, is long gone, and I need to stop reopening old wounds.

Besides, I've already made up my mind—I'm joining the marketing team next month. From then on, I won't have any direct communication with him. It'll be easier, right? Less temptation to fall back into old patterns, fewer reminders of everything that once was. Just one more month...

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I entered the elevator to go to the cafeteria as it is already lunch time. I am so hungry today, i woke up late and just hand bread and jam for breakfast. Finally its lunch time. I will load my plate with food today. When the elevator reach the the floor i got down and went towards the cafeteria. As  was entering the cafeteria someone called me from behind

"Didi!"

I turned around and saw Raghav walking towards me, and a small smile crept onto my face. I didn't mind eating alone, but having company was always a nice change. It reminded me of the times when Tanvi and I used to have lunch together. Gosh, I miss her. We still text almost every day, but it's not the same. I really should call her soon.

As Raghav and I entered the cafeteria, it was predictably packed with people, and I sighed. It was going to be one of those long waits. After what felt like an eternity, we finally managed to get our food and find a table.

Just as we sat down, I noticed Raghav pull out a small container from his bag. I watched with curiosity as he carefully opened it to reveal—achar.

"Didi, my wife made this achaar. Try it," he said, his face beaming with pride.