LOVE AGAIN | 18+ || ✔

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A A R N A

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It's been more than a month to Paris.

The last time we visited her grave was his birthday. He didn't celebrate it. Neither did I push him. There was no use of it when we both wanted to spend it alone, talking to each other, emptying all of the miseries whatever was intact into our hearts. He attended to his fans, who sent cakes, truffles, chocolates, gifts, and frames for him.

He shared with me the things he felt these days. Remorse. Heartbreak. Grief. Everything.
I was content that he was okay with telling me about everything he felt for her.

He was upset with me when he got to know I was preparing to leave New York and stay some days in India without informing him.
He's still mad at me for that. But how should I tell him? To keep myself sane, I had to go away. It was wrenching for me to see him in pain. He wasn't allowing anyone to reach him, his soul, his heart. I felt weak, tired, abandoned. I was not leaving forever. It was just some days I needed space for. But he's still mad at me.

Yesterday, he returned from Los Angeles, and he still is ANGRY. Guess I would need to cook something that relishes him.

So, I prepared the Rasmalai for him. He likes it. No, loves it.
Though it is filled with creamy milk fats, sugars and nuts, everything is savoury and sweet. It was when I cooked it for him months ago. And even though he follows his diet, he broke it for me.

Right now he's in the room.
Gripping the tray, I attempt to walk faster when Mayra holds me before I slip on the floor.

"Careful Aarna. Where are you rushing to?"

I take a deep breath, shaking my head. My palm going to secure against my stomach.
"In my room. I'll be careful."
I assure her.

"It's been a week. When are you going to tell him? Trust me Tris would be even much angrier if he got to know about this from someone else. You know he still is mad over your decision to leave the house."

"I know Mayra. And I know, too, that he isn't angry at me but at himself. I no longer want to delay. I'll tell him today okay."
I press her arm, and she smiles small.
"Where's your Arhaan? Isn't he picking you up?"
Her face turns pale at his mention. Her smile was long gone. "No. He has business meetings. He would be late so I cancelled it."

"Did he neglect you, Mayra?"

She looks down at her feet sadly. "Mayra," I called out her name and rubbed her arms, pulling her into a warm hug. "It's okay. He'll remember you. You don't need to push him. Just be with him. He'll remember you one day. Trust me."

"I don't think so."
She chuckles sadly breaking the hug.

"I don't know what am I still doing with his engagement ring when he doesn't even recognise me. I am foolish to believe he would ever—"
Her words die in her throat suddenly, her voice filling with heaviness. A sob breaks out of her mouth, wrapping her hands around me. She cries. "I started loving him Aarna. Even if we—" I rub her back, vertically. She pulls back from the hug, wiping her nose.
"Even if we were arranged, our relationship never felt awkward. Why did he show me so much concern and affection only to end up forgetting me?"
She sniffs her nose, wiping with her elbow.

"Mayra. Do you love him?"

She sobs, "Yes. Ofcourse I love that Bastard. Why can't he remember me? Why does he pretend as if he doesn't remember anything between us?"