~ Glimpse
"Keh do..!" he said, pulling her closer.
("Say it..!")
"Kya..?", she said while trying to maintain distance.
("What..?")
"Vahi jo tumhari yeh aankhein bayaan krti hai", he whispered in her ears and pulled her closer.
("The thing that your...
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"Tere sang beete har lamhe pe humko naaz hai
Tere sang jo na beete us pe aitraaz hai"
─•~◂᯽▸~•─
His question silenced her. A lump formed in her throat as she took a step back, hesitant, unsure. She was about to turn away when suddenly-his strong hands found her waist, pulling her back, closing the distance between them.
Their foreheads touched, breaths mingling in the space between. Her heart pounded against her ribs, unsure if it was fear or something far more dangerous-hope.
His voice was a whisper, yet it carried the weight of an unshakable promise. "Trust me for once, Anvi... and I swear, I'll never break it."
She lifted her gaze, searching his eyes. And in them, she found something she had never dared to believe in before-sincerity.
Her trembling hands found the collar of his shirt, clutching it tightly as if grounding herself in the moment. His gaze bore into hers, searching, yet all he found was hesitation-an unreadable storm swirling in her eyes.
"You will break my trust... won't you?" she whispered, her voice barely audible, laced with vulnerability.
Ayaansh didn't answer with words. Instead, his lips found their way to her forehead, pressing a soft, lingering kiss. The moment his warmth touched her skin, her eyes fluttered shut, a shiver running down her spine.
That kiss-it wasn't just an answer. It was a silent vow, a reassurance she didn't know she needed.
And she got the answer.
When she finally opened her eyes, something within her shifted. The walls she had built so high didn't crumble, but for the first time, she allowed a door to unlock. Allowed him in.
Maybe not completely.
But enough.
As her grip loosened on his shirt, her fingers slowly slipping away, Manvi turned toward the vast ocean. The rhythmic crashing of waves against the shore mirrored the turmoil in her heart. The sky had darkened slightly, painted in hues of deep orange and purple, the sun dipping into the horizon.
Her gaze locked onto the endless expanse of water, her mind slowly drifting back... back to a time when life was simpler, when laughter echoed through her home, when she was safe.
And just like that, she was twelve years old again.
"I was the apple of my father's eyes," her voice was soft, distant. "I was his everything."
Ayaansh sat beside her, his full attention on her. He didn't speak, didn't interrupt-just listened.
"My parents had a love marriage. People said it wouldn't last, but they proved everyone wrong. We were happy... so happy, until one day everything changed."
