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Aarohi was talking with everyone...
except him.
Vihaan leaned against the wall, his eyes never leaving her.
She was always a welcome presence in her home, her laughter and warmth lighting up every corner. But today, it was different.
That warmth wasn't extended to him.
Irritated and restless, Vihaan finally pushed himself forward.
He couldn't take the silent treatment anymore. Approaching her, he cleared his throat.
"Aaro..." he called softly, using the nickname he had given her years ago.
She glanced at him briefly, her expression unreadable.
"Hi," she said, her tone flat.
"It's been so long," Vihaan said, forcing a smile as he tried to meet her eyes.
"Yes, it is," Aarohi replied, her voice distant.
The clipped response stung.
She used to talk to him for hours, her voice bubbling with excitement. Now, all he got was indifference.
"So... how's everything?" he asked, trying to start a conversation.
"Good," she said simply.
Vihaan felt his chest tighten.
Why was she acting like this?
What had he done wrong?
Before he could say anything more, Aarohi glanced at her mother and excused herself.
"Sorry, I should go now," she said, her tone polite but cold.
And just like that, she was gone.
Vihaan clenched his jaw, his hands curling into fists. Six years.
He had waited six years for her...
Six years of thinking about her, dreaming about her, hoping that when they finally met again, things would go back to how they used to be.
But now...
He stood in the doorway to the kitchen, watching her help her mother.
She was laughing, her face lighting up as she shared an inside joke. But that smile, the one that used to be his, was nowhere to be seen when she looked at him.
The girl who once smiled more with him than anyone else now refused to even meet his gaze.
What did he do wrong?
Where did he mess up?
Vihaan sighed, running a hand through his hair. He knew he needed to give her space, she had just arrived from an exhausting journey, after all.
But patience wasn't his strong suit, especially when it came to her.
When he heard she was back in India, he had dropped everything, an important business meeting, a negotiation that could have made him millions, just to see her.
Because nothing, absolutely nothing, compared to being near her.
"there you are my dear busy bestfriend"
