Obsession Or Love?

28. love is hypothetical!!

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AYUSHMAN'S POV:

"Tu car park kar, mei idhr hi hu," Siddharth said casually, gesturing with a slight nod of his head as he stood somewhere ahead. His tone was nonchalant, but I shot him a sharp glare, feeling an unspoken irritation rise within me.

I parked the car, the engine's hum slowly fading as I pulled the keys from the ignition. I stepped out and looked around, scanning the area where he had claimed to be standing, but to my surprise, there was no sign of him. The place was eerily quiet, empty except for a few scattered cars and a distant rustle of leaves in the wind. I frowned, narrowing my eyes, trying to catch any glimpse of his familiar figure, but he was nowhere in sight,

In search of Siddharth, I walked into Nehmat's house, the door creaking softly as I pushed it open. The moment I stepped inside, a familiar scent filled the air-an almost ethereal blend of jasmine and rosewood. It was the same fragrance that seemed to follow me wherever I went, a scent that had lingered in my memory for longer than I cared to admit. My senses heightened, I looked around, my eyes scanning every corner of the room, drawn inexplicably to the elusive fragrance. But despite my careful search, I found nothing-no source, no clue. It hung in the air like an unspoken memory, teasing me with its presence yet offering no answers.

I searched the house thoroughly, my eyes darting from one corner to the next, but after a while, frustration began to set in. There was no sign of Siddharth, and no explanation for the strange, haunting fragrance that still lingered in the air. I sighed, my patience wearing thin. Going towards the living room, I saw him,

"Siddharth, mujhe chhod ke kaha chala gaya tha?" I asked, my voice tinged with irritation as I walked further inside, the silence of the house enveloping me.

But then, something froze me in my tracks. My eyes fell on a figure standing at the far end of the room-someone I had never expected to see again. She stood there, as if she had materialized out of the very air, her presence both comforting and unnerving. It was her. The woman whose face had haunted my dreams for the last two years.

She was even more beautiful than I remembered, her features softer, almost ethereal in the dim light. Her eyes, deep and captivating, locked onto mine. In an instant, I was lost-swept away by the same pull I had felt in my dreams. It was as if no time had passed, as if nothing had changed. Once again, I found myself falling for those eyes, unable to look away, caught in the web of something I couldn't explain.

She is here, unable to control my eyes- which are admiring her once again. She is looking like a goddess who came out of heaven, admiring her. I remember the moments I spent with her, those moments which held all my happiness. I rubbed my wrist and blinked my eyes once again, unable to believe my eyes. She moved a little but this time with some sort of uncomfortableness, I never found her uncomfortable before, but now she is,

Admiring her I forgot the shattering moment that happened two years, six months back, that video, that kiss, that person, that betrayal. Everything. Without any other second, expression which were soft, become cold and straight, my gaze is pierced her over, but this time she didn't flinched a little, but she is looking at me with straight face as well,

Siddharth came to me, he was smiling and happy, eventually he was getting married to his first love, "what took you so long?" he asked, patting my shoulder,

"A call with Tanvi" my eyes were still locked with her when I replied, noticing her action, and this time she is not even shocked a little, like my call with Tanvi didn't affect her, She smirked and gave me proud looks, like she do except this from me,