𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲

Chapter 35: Jealous?

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Ishani had listened to the voice note so many times that it followed her into her dreams. In her dream, two figures were dancing gracefully to the same song, their movements perfectly in sync with the melody. When she woke up the next morning, the memory of the dream left her smiling. It amused her how deeply the song had embedded itself in her thoughts.

She got ready for college, the dream lingering in her mind like a pleasant melody, and made her way to the campus. As she entered, a group of juniors approached her with invitation cards for the farewell party. They handed her one and left with cheerful goodbyes. Ishani walked on, reading the elegant card when she suddenly bumped into someone.

"Sorry, sorry," Ishani said quickly, looking up to see Riya standing there, glaring at her with venom in her eyes.

"First, you were blinded by love, and now what? Blinded by heartbreak?" Riya sneered, her voice dripping with spite.

Ishani straightened, her expression calm but her eyes sharp. She took a step closer to Riya, her voice steady as she replied, "At least I had the courage to see things for what they were and walk away. You, on the other hand, are still stuck in the same place, holding onto bitterness like it’s going to make you whole. Newsflash, Riya—it won’t. Maybe it’s time you stop obsessing over what I’ve left behind and start focusing on what you’ll never have."

Riya’s smirk faltered, her confidence cracking under the weight of Ishani’s words. She stood frozen, trying to think of a comeback, but the truth in Ishani's reply hit harder than any slap could.

Without waiting for a response, Ishani tucked the invitation card into her bag and walked away, her steps steady, leaving Riya to stew in her own bitterness.

As Aarohi and Siya arrived at the scene, they caught sight of the tense exchange. By the time they reached Ishani, Riya was already walking away, fuming. Aarohi and Siya jogged over to their friend, mischief glinting in their eyes.

“Couldn’t you have waited a little longer? We wanted to hear the whole showdown!” Aarohi teased, crossing her arms dramatically.

“We would’ve brought popcorn too,” Siya added with a mock-serious tone. “And cheered you on!”

Ishani couldn’t help but laugh at her friends’ antics. “What’s the point of fighting over something—or someone—worthless? Jab apna hi sikka khota ho toh dusro ko kya kehna,” she said with a playful smirk, her words carrying a deeper truth.

(If your coin has lost its shine, there’s no use blaming someone else for picking up a better one)

“Uff, dialogue queen!” Aarohi exclaimed, clapping her hands. Siya joined in, grinning wide. “So, did you two get your invitations?” Ishani asked, changing the topic.

Both nodded enthusiastically. “Yup! The theme’s something fancy, though,” Aarohi said, pulling out the card.

“Western masquerade party,” Siya read out loud, squinting at the elegant script. “Seriously, these college people and their extravagant ideas!”
“But it sounds fun!” Aarohi added, nudging Siya with a grin.