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The engagement night had melted into memories — golden lights, clinking glasses, smiles in photographs that would last forever. Families exchanged final hugs as cars lined the driveway of the venue.
Siddharth stood beside the car, now familiar with the ritual: one ride, one passenger.
And there she came.
Shivika.
Lavender lehenga clinging slightly to her waist, hair pinned back with jasmine — her kohl slightly smudged from the long night. She looked tired. Beautiful. Distant.
Their eyes met for a second. She broke the eye contact first, walking past him toward the passenger side.
He opened the door for her. She didn’t say thank you.
He didn’t expect it.
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They had driven in silence for ten minutes. The road stretched endlessly under the quiet sky, but inside the car, the air was sharp — filled with words neither of them had the courage to say.
Finally, Siddharth broke the silence.
“So… happy for Kritika and Karan?”
Shivika didn’t look at him. “They deserve it.”
“Yeah. They do.”
Another pause.
“Reyansh was looking for you after dinner.”
Shivika turned her head. “Stalking me now?”
“No. Just… observing.”
“Well, stop. I’m not an art exhibit.”
He sighed, fingers tightening on the steering wheel. “I’m just trying to talk.”
“Maybe we’re past that now.”
“Maybe I don’t want to be.”
She finally turned toward him. “You don’t get to decide that. Not after everything.”
“And what if I say I’m trying now?”
“Try when it matters, Siddharth. Not when it’s convenient.”
He flinched. The truth cut deeper than he wanted to admit.
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The car coughed. Then jerked. Then stopped.
The lights on the dashboard blinked. Siddharth tried the ignition twice. Nothing.
“Wow,” Shivika muttered. “Perfect.”
“Radiator’s heated again,” Siddharth said. “It needs to cool down.”
Shivika stepped out, heels sinking slightly into the muddy roadside. She looked around. Trees on either side. A single broken streetlamp. Darkness whispered like an old ghost.
And then — it began.
Rain.
First light. Then louder. Heavier.
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Siddharth opened the trunk and found one umbrella — his mother’s emergency floral print one.
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Fantasy💔 "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...
