✦ What if the person you once broke is the only one who can fix you? ✦
𝑽𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒌𝒂 𝒙 𝑹𝒆𝒚𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒉
Vanika had her life planned-bold dreams, fierce determination, and no room for distractions. Especially not from Reyan...
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VANIKA's POV
I was tired of solving quadratic equations when I glanced at the clock. It was midnight. The silence around me was eerie, as if I were the only one alive in the world. But then, a strange sensation broke through my focus—I was hungry.
How is this possible? I just had dinner two hours ago
Rising from my study table, I decided to head to the kitchen. My room was on the first floor, while the kitchen was downstairs on the ground floor. Just beside my room was my parent's room.
Tiptoeing out quietly, I slightly opened their door, making sure not to make any noise. For a good two seconds, I stood there, watching them sleep peacefully, their steady breathing calming my anxious mind. Feeling reassured, I closed the door gently and began descending the stairs.
When I reached the kitchen, I noticed something unusual—the lights were already on. My heart skipped a beat. Then, I heard a faint sound coming from near the counter.
Could it be... a thief?
Panic surged through me, but I grabbed a spatula from the rack and gripped it tightly in my hand. Slowly, I started moving toward the counter, my footsteps as light as I could manage. The sound grew louder as I approached.
"AAAAAA!!!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, my heart ready to leap out of my chest. Before I could even react further, a hand clamped over my mouth, muffling my scream.
My pulse raced, but then the person slowly removed their hoodie cap.
"Oh god... bhaiya?!" I gasped as I recognized my elder cousin. The realization hit me like a wave of relief and irritation all at once.
I gestured for him to remove his hand from my mouth, but he just stared at me, confused by my frantic signals. His hesitation only annoyed me further, so I did the only thing I could think of—I bit his hand with all the strength my sharp teeth could muster.
"Ow!" he yelped, quickly pulling his hand back, hissing in pain. "Are you a dog or what?"
"What are you doing here?" we both asked simultaneously, eyebrows raised.
"Ice cream," we both answered in unison again.
"Shh! Dheere bolo, badi maa jag jayengi!" he whispered, placing a finger on his lips.
[Speak softly, or badi maa will wake up]
We tiptoed toward the fridge, opened it carefully, and pulled out the box of ice cream like two burglars stealing treasure. Just as we were about to dig in, a faint sound of anklets echoed through the stillness of the kitchen.
