𝐒𝐞𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 | [𝟏𝟖+]

𝟑 | 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠.

The temperature's rising in here
Is this gonna happen?

The morning air was thick with a sense of urgency as I approached Mia, "Where's Evara? Has she left for the office already?" I asked, my voice tinged with a mix of concern and nuisance. Evara was notorious for her careless antics. "Yes, Revna, she had already left. She told me there's an important meeting," Mia replied, her eyes reflecting the wisdom of her fifty-four years.

She always seemed to know more than she let on, a watchful guardian in the mansion. I nodded, my mind already elsewhere, and made my way to the entrance. My car was ready and waiting. Just as I was about to step inside, Mia's voice called me back. "Where are you going?" I paused, avoiding her gaze as a tangle of emotions twisted inside me.

"Meeting Mom and Dad," I answered softly, a hint of longing in my tone. For a moment, silence lingered between us, thick with unspoken words. She stood there, contemplating, before finally urging, "At least have your breakfast? You also have to leave for India."

Today was the day. The day I would board a plane to India, to him - the man who had stolen my heart, my sanity, my sleep. "No, I will first meet Mom and Dad," I replied firmly, sensing the weight of my choices pressing down on me. Mia shook her head gently.

The drive toward my parents was enveloped in a blanket of silence, broken only by the rhythmic sound of car horns and the distant chatter of pedestrians. Each passing moment felt like a countdown, the urgency of the day inching closer.

After eight long minutes, the car stopped outside a retro flower shop, its vibrant hues bursting with life. Maurice stepped out and soon returned with a bouquet of tulips, my mother's favorite. I could almost see Dadda's warm smile as he sat her down on his knee, offering her those flowers like a poetic promise - such a romantic gesture.

I took the tulips from Maurice's hands, their soft petals brushing against my fingers, and placed them gently beside me on the seat. The car started again, and my heart tightened as we approached our final destination - the cemetery.

Yes, the cemetery lay before me, a solemn expanse of gray stones and whispering winds, where the echoes of my past lingered heavily in the air. Fifteen years had passed since my mother's gentle laughter had filled our home, and twelve years since my father's comforting presence faded into memory.