MR & MRS RAJVANSHI

Avoiding...?

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Quote of the day:

No matter how beautiful the cage is, but,  the bird needs, the sky to fly..

Veera..

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Shivani's Pov :

It’s been three days since we all  spent that wonderful time together, but ever since then, Abhimanyu has been avoiding me.

My mind is restless, flooded with doubts. Is he avoiding me because I confessed my feelings to him? Did I make a mistake by telling him how I feel? He said he liked me too, so I thought sharing my feelings would make him happy. But since that day, he hasn’t spent time with me.

He comes home late now, even though he knows I’m waiting for him. I’ve tried to ignore it, but my overthinking won’t let me rest.

For the first time in my life, I felt truly alive in someone’s embrace. In his arms, I felt safe. He always made my heart race. Despite the initial clashes between us, he changed, and I truly believed we could make this relationship work if we gave each other a chance.

For the first time, I felt genuinely loved by someone, and that someone is Abhimanyu. I could feel his love, but his behavior since my confession has left me questioning everything.

What if I’ve become a burden to him?

What if he grows to resent me, just like Mr. Mehta did?

The thoughts were eating me alive, spiraling in a loop of doubt and unease. But before they could consume me entirely, the sound of movement broke through the fog in my mind. Abhimanyu stepped out of the closet, dressed sharply in his office attire. My eyes drifted to his hands—he was holding a bag.

I ignored the peculiar detail, steeling myself as I moved to stand in front of him. Today, I had to talk to him. I had to know what was going on. He looked startled when he saw me standing there, as though he hadn’t expected to face me so suddenly.

"I want to talk to you, Abhimanyu. Can we?" I asked, locking my gaze with his.

His face shifted into an expression of reluctance, and his tone was dismissive.

"We will, Shivani, but not now. I have an important meeting today, and I need to go."

As he spoke, he extended the bag toward me. "This is for you," he added, his voice softer.

I frowned, confused. "What is this?"

"You don’t have a phone, so I thought I’d get you one," he explained, glancing quickly at his watch, clearly in a rush.

"But it wasn’t necessary. I don’t need it.."

"It is necessary, Shivani," he interrupted firmly, cutting off any protest. Then, with a hurried tone, he said, "I’m getting late, Shivani," and turned to leave.

Desperation clawed at me, and before I could stop myself, I reached out and grabbed his hand.

"There’s something important we need to discuss, Abhimanyu," I said, trying to keep the tremor out of my voice.

He sighed, his irritation slipping through. "Okay, tell me. What’s so important?"

The frustration in his voice stung, and I realized this wasn’t the time. Whatever I needed to say, whatever I wanted to understand, it couldn’t be discussed in the shadow of his impatience.