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The golden hour settled gently across the Malhotra household. Chandeliers flickered to life, marigold garlands fluttered like slow applause on the balcony, and muffled dhol beats echoed through the walls — the final prep for the Sangeet night was underway.
But upstairs, Shivika stood frozen.
In front of the mirror.
One earring clipped in, the other hanging loosely from her hand.
She wasn’t even looking at her reflection anymore — just lost in thought, chewing the corner of her bottom lip, blinking too slowly.
Her lilac lehnga shimmered faintly under the vanity lights. Her blouse — backless, delicately embroidered, held together by thin golden strings — looked like something from a dream. Her dupatta was still untouched, lying like a whisper on the bed.
“Is this too much?”
“Or am I just… too visible?”
“Too exposed. Too soft. Too obvious.”
She finally sighed, putting the earring in. “Get over it,” she told herself, almost as a threat.
Her eyes flickered to the clock. 6:48 PM.
And yet again…
She wasn’t late.
But her heartbeat was.
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Siddharth tugged on his navy blue sherwani slowly, as if every button were a battle he had to win before stepping out.
He stood still for a moment, facing his dresser mirror — a gift from Karan years ago. His own eyes stared back at him — sharp, intense… and tired.
Not physically.
Emotionally.
“You keep walking like you’re fine.”
“But if she asked you one more time why you hurt her… you wouldn’t survive it.”
He ran a hand through his hair, exhaling.
Her voice from earlier — still rang in his head.
“I have to pretend you didn’t mess me up.”
“Like a ghost with commitment issues.”
He flinched.
Then smiled faintly. Bitterly.
“She doesn’t even know the worst part.”
“That I never stopped loving her.”
He walked to the edge of the bed, sat down, leaned his head against the wardrobe behind him.
Closed his eyes.
“God… if you’re listening…”
“I know I never deserved her. But if she looks at me tonight like she used to… if there’s even one flicker…”
“Let her be mine.”
“I’ll never ask for anything again.”
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The Malhotra house was glowing.
Literally.
Golden lights curled around every railing. Strings of fairy bulbs glittered like stars caught in vines. Drapes of ivory silk cascaded from tent poles. Marigolds and jasmine clung to the pillars in thick garlands, their fragrance trailing behind every breeze.
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Fantastik💔 "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...
