Shadow of redemption

Closeness

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As Rakshit parked the car in front of Aaravi’s hotel, silence enveloped them. Both were acutely aware that tomorrow would bring separation. Rakshit’s intense gaze lingered on Aaravi, her serene face glowing softly in the dim light, masking the sadness he could sense in her eyes.

Rakshit: "You’re leaving tomorrow?" His voice, though calm, carried an unmistakable reluctance.

Aaravi: "Yes, the seminar is over. My family and patients are waiting for me."

Rakshit nodded but stayed silent, his heart heavier than he cared to admit. Finally, he spoke, his voice low but firm.
Rakshit: "Let me take you to the airport tomorrow. And… stay in touch."

Aaravi’s eyes softened as she reached out, placing her hand over his.
Aaravi: "I will, Rakshit. Don’t worry."

Sensing the heaviness, Aaravi lightened the mood.
Aaravi: "If you get too lonely, I can send you Bollywood playlists—sad ones to match your mafia vibes."

Rakshit chuckled despite himself.
Rakshit: "Pass. I don’t need a soundtrack for my life."

Aaravi: "Are you sure? Some 90s cheesy romance might suit your secret soft side."

The tension eased as they laughed.

Rakshit: "You really know how to push buttons."

Aaravi: "Someone has to, right?" She grinned. "Now, go home. Big day tomorrow—chauffeuring me."

The next morning, Rakshit arrived with his car packed with gifts and local treats. Aaravi’s jaw dropped.
Aaravi: "Rakshit! This could feed a battalion! And what’s with the gifts?"

Rakshit shrugged, handing her a small box. Inside was a simple, elegant pendant.
Rakshit: "Just a reminder… of Mumbai. And me."

Aaravi smiled, her heart swelling.
Aaravi: "It’s beautiful. I’ll treasure it."

As they reached the airport, Rakshit hesitated, watching her with a quiet intensity.

Aaravi: "Rakshit, this isn’t goodbye. I’ll see you soon."

He nodded, his voice softer than usual.
Rakshit: "Until then, Aaravi."

As she walked away, Rakshit stood still, feeling an unfamiliar warmth where his cold heart had once been. Though she was leaving, she had left behind a piece of herself—a light he would carry until their paths crossed again.

As Aaravi stepped out of the Delhi airport, her eyes met Aryan's warm, protective smile. The drive home was filled with his curious questions about her trip, but Aaravi carefully avoided mentioning Rakshit. Instead, she shared light-hearted stories about her seminar and "Mumbai Darshan."

At home, the Kapoor family welcomed her with love and pride, celebrating her achievement of being recognized as the second-best neurologist and psychologist in Asia. She handed out thoughtful gifts— a silk saree for her mother, a vintage medical journal for her father, a leather notebook and Ganesh idol for Aryan, and silver anklets for Riya. The family dinner was warm and joyful, but Aaravi’s heart silently longed for Rakshit.

Later that night, alone in her room, memories of Rakshit consumed her. Unable to resist, she texted him. Before she could hesitate, his call came through.

Rakshit (softly): "Glad you’re safe. How was your flight?"

Aaravi (smiling): "Good. My family celebrated me tonight. It was sweet."

Rakshit (hesitant): "That’s nice… Did you eat well?"

Her chuckle eased the tension.

Aaravi (teasing): "Yes, don’t worry, I’m not starving."