Rohit stood frozen in place, his mind reeling from the unexpected confession that had just escaped Abhira’s lips. “I think I love Armaan.” Of all the things he had anticipated hearing today, this was not one of them. It felt as though life had thrown yet another unexpected twist, and he wasn’t sure how to respond.
To confirm what he had just heard, he asked, his voice cautious, “What? You love Armaan?”
Abhira looked up at him, her expression conflicted yet somehow serene. “I don’t know exactly, but there’s something I feel for him. It’s like this strange connection. When I see him, I feel... good, like I’ve known him forever. I don’t know if it’s love, but maybe it is,” she admitted, her words uncertain yet clear about the pull she felt toward Armaan.
Rohit’s brow furrowed in concern. He needed to understand what was going on in her heart. “But you’ve only met him two days ago, Abhira. Don’t you think this is all happening too fast?” he asked, hoping she would reflect on the whirlwind of emotions she was experiencing.
Abhira shook her head, her gaze firm. “It wasn’t the first time we met, Jiju. I may not remember much, but I know I’ve known him for years. Does it really matter that I’ve forgotten? My heart hasn’t,” she said, her voice steady yet tinged with uncertainty.
Rohit sighed deeply, trying to find the right words. “Abhira, in life, every little thing matters—especially something like this. Right now, all I’m saying is don’t overthink it. Don’t force yourself to remember things that might hurt you. Deal with your feelings naturally, without pressure. There are only two possibilities: either you love Armaan, or you don’t. There’s no middle ground. So forget about these ‘I think I love him’ thoughts for now. Give it time. Can you say with complete confidence that you love him?” he asked, his tone gentle but probing.
Abhira was silent, staring down at her hands as she processed his question. She wasn’t sure. She had a mix of emotions swirling inside her, an unexplainable bond with Armaan that made her feel something deep. But could she call it love yet? She wasn’t certain.
Seeing her struggle, Rohit nodded softly. “See? You don’t have an answer yet.”
He leaned closer, his voice calm yet firm. “Nothing happens before its time, Abhira. What happened between you and Armaan before the accident doesn’t matter as much as what’s happening now. The present is what counts. So, take your time. Don’t rush. Let yourself figure it out. But for now, get some rest.”
With that, Rohit stood up and walked out of the room, leaving Abhira alone with her thoughts. She stared after him, her mind filled with a thousand questions and no clear answers.
Her feelings for Armaan were real, but was it truly love? Or was it just a fragment of something she couldn’t yet remember? Only time would tell.
As the door closed behind Rohit, silence filled the room, leaving Abhira with the lingering echo of his words. She sank back into her pillows, feeling a heavy weight on her chest. Rohit was right—she didn’t have all the answers. The more she thought about her connection to Armaan, the more confused she became.
Why did he feel so familiar? Why did she feel drawn to him in a way that transcended her memory loss? It wasn’t just attraction or curiosity—it was deeper, as if her heart remembered something her mind had forgotten. She sighed, pressing her fingertips to her temples, trying to ease the dull ache that still lingered from her fall.
Abhira’s eyes drifted to the window, watching the sky darken as evening settled in. The feeling of someone missing in the room returned. She had sensed it when she woke up, that intangible presence of someone who should’ve been there. The way her heart seemed to search for someone, almost instinctively. Was it Armaan?? She was sure about someone being there, before she regained consciousness. Her family hadn’t mentioned him, but she could feel it— someone was near.
