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Avni Pov:-
Krish has just headed off to the office, caught up in a flurry of urgent tasks. He expressed his reluctance to leave, wishing he could stay, but I believe he must concentrate on his work. For the past week, he has been by my side, skipping the office to care for me during my illness. Now that he’s gone, I can't shake the feeling of loneliness that has settled in. The house feels eerily quiet, and a sense of boredom looms over me like a grey cloud.
I’ve tried everything to distract myself. After taking my medication, I succumbed to sleep for a few hours, hoping to escape the dullness. Now, I’ve immersed myself in a dark romance novel for the past couple of hours, yet the words seem to blur before my eyes, and the familiar sense of restlessness remains. No matter how hard I try, the emptiness lingers, leaving me yearning for his company.
My boredom was gently interrupted by a firm knock on the door, a sudden disruption that sliced through the tranquil stillness enveloping my room.
“Come in,” I called, a flutter of anticipation sparking within me at the prospect of friendly company. As my words hung in the air, the familiar figures of Abhimanyu, Ananya, Aayushi, and Vansh burst into the room like a whirlwind of energy. Just behind them, much to my astonishment, Reyansh and Armaan trailed in, adding to the vibrant atmosphere. My heart swelled at the sight of Armaan; he was the one who had selflessly donated blood during my time of need, a gesture that had etched a permanent mark on my heart.
As I attempted to sit up, Armaan was instantly by my side, enveloping me in a warm, reassuring hug that wrapped around my worries like a comforting blanket. Just as a wave of happiness washed over me, he gently adjusted my pillow and stepped back, his hands finding their way into his pockets.
“You know, you still need to take it easy. You aren’t fully healed yet, kiddo,” he said, his expression shifting into a blend of playful concern that coaxed a smile from my lips. The group surrounded me, their lively chatter and laughter filling the space with a vibrant energy that painted over the shadows of my recovery with warmth and camaraderie.
“I’m not a kid anymore. I’m married now,” I replied softly, the words tinged with a mixture of pride and playfulness.
“I know,” Armaan responded, his gaze dropping to the floor, the weight of unspoken feelings hanging in the air. Something in his expression sent a ripple of unease through me, an undercurrent that contrasted with the lightness of the moment.
“Alright, Bhabhi, you told me you'll tell your love story with us. share your love story with us!” Vansh interjected, attempting to lighten the mood and igniting a spark of excitement among the group. Laughter erupted, a symphony of joy that encouraged me to share the details of my journey.
“But I already know the whole story. Still, I could listen to it over and over,” Reyansh admitted, a wistful smile dancing across his features, capturing the essence of nostalgia and camaraderie.
“I’m jealous.” Ananya teased, nudging Reyansh playfully, her smile warm and genuine. The playful banter continued to swirl around me, urging me to recount our shared experiences. Their eager faces were a magnetic force I couldn’t resist for long.
“Alright, alright, I’ll share our story with you all,” I relented, my heart swelling at their excitement, yet I couldn’t shake off the feeling that Armaan was still holding back, a distance lingering between us.
“Grab the popcorn, everyone!” Rey shouted, his enthusiasm infectious, setting the stage for what was to come.
Alright, everyone! Starting with the next chapter, I’ll dive deep into their entire journey together—their first encounter, the twists and turns of their story, and everything that unfolds between them. Get ready to explore their experiences in detail!” As I prepared to share our love story, the room buzzed with anticipation, a shared moment of connection and healing providing the perfect balm for my spirit.
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