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Siddharth stared at his screen for the tenth time that day.
Kriti – Calling…
Call Ended.
No answer. Again.
He tossed the phone onto his bed, frustration mounting. Kriti hadn’t shown up to college in four days. No calls. No replies. Not even a vague excuse.
And Shivika? She hadn’t spoken a single word to him since the terrace confrontation. She’d passed him twice this morning—in the corridor and again near the auditorium—and both times, she didn’t even look his way.
His mind while missing both of them was on the scene where he saw kriti last time talking with shivika not knowing what they talked about curiousity build over him but he can't do anything as kriti is not picking up his phone and shivika who just ignores him like he is invisible
For someone who had always been surrounded by the noise of two loud, chaotic best friends… the silence was deafening.
His eyes drifted to the old sketch Shivika had once drawn in his notebook during a boring economics class. It was a cartoon version of him which made when they were in school always sitting together shivika made silly jokes everytime the teacher was teaching something new
He laughed dryly.
How the tables had turned.
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For four days, Kriti stayed inside.
She told her father she had migraines. Told her father she needed rest. Told herself she was doing the right thing.
But each night, her heart rebelled louder.
She had silenced Siddharth. And silenced herself in the process.
She missed him. . She missed him again.
She was just trapped in her father's threat for marriage not actually threat because she has no choice but to silently follow her father because she , she is not brave to raise her voice and what if she she even refuse then father will ask her the reason and she can't tell about siddharth because his father can do anything, anything that she doesn't want so she had no no choice but to follow her father choice
And when her father said, “ tomorrow you and Rohan are going out to a café. Just the two of you,” she didn’t protest.because even if she did there's no way he will agree
Maybe stepping outside her head would help her breathe.
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Kriti sat at a small round table in the corner of a minimalist café, her fingers circling the rim of a glass of lemon soda. Her eyes drifted from the window to the menu and then to the door, even though she knew exactly who would walk through it.
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Fantasi💔 "She waited her whole life to confess... but he kissed someone else." SHIVIKA MALHOTRA - 22, hopeless romantic, secretly in love with her childhood best friend SIDDHARTH SINGHANIA. She had loved him for years - through every heartbreak, every lat...
