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The classroom was quiet again, the soft humming of the ceiling fan above failing to soothe the turmoil in Siddharth’s heart.
He looked at Kriti, trying to mask the uncertainty in his eyes. “She’ll understand,” he said finally. “Shivika knows I don’t see her that way. She’s my best friend.”
Kriti stared at him for a second longer than necessary. “That’s not what her eyes said.”
Siddharth frowned.
“She was in pain, Siddharth. You saw it too.”
Siddharth glanced at the door she had just left through. A part of him twisted at the memory of her fake smile, her trembling voice.
“I’ll talk to her later,” he said, half to Kriti, half to himself. “She’ll be okay.”
Kriti didn’t answer. Something deep in her gut told her otherwise.
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The Silent Breakdown
Shivika’s world had blurred long before she reached the lonely park she remembered from her childhood.
The pain in her knee pulsed with every step, but it was nothing compared to the storm in her chest. She collapsed onto the bench near the little, forgotten river, her tears slipping silently into the air. She couldn’t scream. Couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t stop reliving the kiss she walked in on.
Why did I wait so long? Why did I think he would ever look at me like that?
She gripped the edge of the bench, her knuckles white with rage—at herself.
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Aman’s Worry
Back at campus, Aman had watched her walk out, limping, clutching her chest as though her heart would fall out. His gut told him something was terribly wrong.
He called her once.
No answer.
Twice.
No answer.
Five times.
She finally picked up.
“Shivi, where are you?” His voice was urgent.
There was a pause. “At the park… near the place we used to play.”
Aman didn’t even ask which one.
He just ran.
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The Gentle Fix
When Aman reached the park, he saw her curled on the bench, looking like a broken sculpture of who she once was.
His chest clenched.
He walked over silently and sat beside her.
After a few minutes, he glanced down and noticed her jeans torn at the knee, red peeking through.
“Tumhe chot lagi hai,” he said, concern overtaking his voice.
(“You’re hurt.”)
Shivika looked down and laughed hollowly. “Dard ki aadat si ho gayi hai, Aman.”
(“I’m used to pain now, Aman.”)
He didn’t respond. Instead, he pulled out his handkerchief, gently tore it in half and wrapped one part around her knee, folding the cloth tightly.
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Fantasy💔 "She waited her whole life to confess... but he kissed someone else." SHIVIKA MALHOTRA - 22, hopeless romantic, secretly in love with her childhood best friend SIDDHARTH SINGHANIA. She had loved him for years - through every heartbreak, every lat...
