The vivid reds in wedding symbols of celebration , Happiness and Joy . But what will happen if the same red colour change into the colour of blood betrayal and the symphony of despair.
Meera sweet little innocent girl end up being the pawn in the d...
I feel like I am being very mean to the genuine readers who support me because of silent readers and I don't want them to wait so much so I'm keeping my target less this time.
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I sat on the edge of the bed like an abandoned monument—silent, unmoving, and full of emotional debris. The room was dark except for the sliver of moonlight that crept in through the balcony curtains. It reflected perfectly off the little glass showpiece Meera had picked up from that ridiculous flea market she dragged me to. I had told her it was pointless, but now it stood there—mocking me. Just like she was.
Why didn't she tell me?
Of all the people in this world, I thought Meera would be the one who'd never keep anything from me. That was our thing, wasn't it? "No secrets." It was her line, not even mine. And yet, there she was—keeping something so big, so personal, so connected to me—away from me.
Aditya and Riya.
My best friend and my sister. Together. For years. And Meera knew.
It stung. Not because they were together—fine, they're adults, and if they want to be stupidly in love, be my guest—but because I was the last to know. I was supposed to be the first. At least from her.
A gentle knock tapped against my door.
"Arjun?" her voice floated in, soft and careful, like she was approaching a wild animal.
I didn't answer. I didn't move. My arms were folded, and I was busy perfecting the world's most dramatic sulking pose.
The door creaked open anyway. Of course, she wouldn't wait.
"Arjun..." she called again, stepping inside. I could feel her presence getting closer, the rustle of her dupatta, the hesitant pace in her footsteps. But I didn't look at her. I turned my face slightly to the side, letting my jaw tense as if that would shield me from her... betrayal.
She sat beside me.
So I scooted away. Subtly.
Then she scooted closer.
I shifted again, further. A silent cold war unfolding on the mattress.
She moved once more, now only a few inches separating us. I could feel her grinning. And just when I moved again—to protect what was left of my space—I realized there was nowhere else to go. I was at the very edge of the bed. One more inch and I'd fall.
I froze.
She giggled. Out loud. She had the audacity to giggle.
