ISHQ IBAADAT 💗

32. ARADHNA AND MISUNDERSTANDING 💗

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Adhya Pov.

2 Years Later...

It has been 1 year and 4 months, Vidhyut... I shifted here, into this new apartment, into this new city. A new life, a new routine, but somehow... nothing feels new.

Every morning, when the first rays of the sun spill through my window, I wake up with your memory pressing against my chest, like a weight I can neither lift nor escape. My fingers instinctively reach for the space beside me, and emptiness greets me. I close my eyes and see your face instead-your laughter, your frown, the way your eyes would soften when you were thinking of something, or of me.

I walk to the kitchen, pouring myself a cup of tea, but I can't drink it in peace. I see you in the steam rising from the cup, in the rhythm of the boiling kettle. Every sound reminds me of you. Even the distant honk of a car outside makes me jump, imagining it's you returning, finally.

I have become a lawyer now, Vidhyut... I've worked hard, fought hard, clawed my way through sleepless nights and endless papers. But I know, deep down, maybe it's because of you-maybe your hand, invisible, was always behind my success. Sometimes I think if you were still here, we would have celebrated together, laughed together, and shared every tiny victory. But instead, I sit alone in my office at midnight, running my fingers over the contracts, imagining your smile in the margins, your words echoing encouragement even from afar.

I walk through the corridors of the court, my heels clicking against the marble floor. Each step reminds me of the steps we took together once, hand in hand, unaware of the world, unaware of fate's cruel games. Sometimes I stop in the middle of the hallway, close my eyes, and I can feel your presence there, even though I know it's just a shadow of memory.

Maybe our separation was right for us. Maybe this was written in our fate, like some invisible thread pulling us apart while teasing us with glimpses of togetherness. I clutch my files tightly to my chest, and my nails dig into the leather cover as if holding onto you physically could bridge the gap between us.

I move to the balcony of my apartment in the evenings, the city lights flickering below like stars fallen to earth. The wind brushes against my hair, cool and comforting, and I imagine you are here, standing beside me, sharing the silence, not needing words. I hug myself, knees drawn to my chest, and whisper into the wind, "Where are you, Vidhyut? Why are you so far?"

Sometimes I laugh bitterly, pacing across my living room, hands raking through my hair. I imagine arguing with you, laughing at your stubbornness, scolding you for some trivial thing, and yet missing you so deeply it hurts. The walls of my apartment have witnessed my sighs, my tears, my whispered prayers. They have absorbed my longing. I wonder if they will hold it forever, or if the echoes of my love will fade into emptiness like everything else.

I remember our last conversation, the last day I saw you, your silence cutting deeper than any words ever could. I trace that memory like a scar, running my fingertips over the invisible lines etched on my soul. I wonder if you think of me too, if you curse fate like I do, if you ever feel the pull of my presence in your quiet moments.

Maybe we were never meant to be together, Vidhyut. Maybe we were just two souls playing with fire, destined to burn before we could fully ignite. But my heart... my heart never stopped holding onto you. Every court victory, every new milestone, every late-night conversation with friends about life and love-it always comes back to you.

I wrap a shawl around my shoulders as the night falls, hugging myself, rocking slightly in the chair on my balcony. The city below buzzes, lights flicker, and somewhere far away, maybe you are looking at the same sky. Maybe, just maybe, our hearts are still speaking to each other in silence, tethered by invisible threads of fate, longing, and the memory of love that neither time nor distance can erase.