"It is hard to trust a person when the person was the one whom you completely opened up to is the person who later completely betrayed you"
My third story with my favorites.
Hope you all like it.
Start: 10.04.2022
Just a fictional story and don't co...
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It had been a week since Shravan returned home from the hospital. The house was quiet—not peaceful, but heavy. A kind of silence that seemed to wrap around everything, filled with thoughts no one dared to speak. Shravan had healed on the outside, but something deep inside still hadn’t settled.
Shivu was lying on a playmat, surrounded by toys. He was humming softly, his tiny fingers holding a stuffed animal. Every now and then, he’d turn his head and smile at Shravan.
Shravan sat on the couch, watching his son with tired eyes. There was pain there, yes. But also something else. A quiet kind of hope.
Arjun leaned against the wall, arms crossed. Mugen sat lazily on the edge of the coffee table, flipping through TV channels. The air was still.
“I sent the updated documents to the company board,” Arjun finally said.
Shravan nodded. “Thanks.”
The conversation stopped there. But no one felt uncomfortable. Their friendship had been rebuilt slowly over the past two years. Not through dramatic moments or emotional speeches, but through small things—late-night calls, quiet help, just being there.
A knock broke the silence.
Mugen went to the door and opened it.
Ravi stood there, dressed in white, holding a box of sweets and wearing a soft smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.
“Good morning,” he said, stepping in before anyone could invite him. “I thought I’d drop by and check on my son. And, of course, my grandson.”
Shravan tensed but didn’t show it. He stood up slowly and nodded. “You could have called.”
Ravi shrugged. “Do I need permission now?”
Shivu looked up when he heard the voice. He stood up and toddled toward Shravan. Shravan gently picked him up.
“There’s my little boy,” Ravi said cheerfully.
“He’s fine,” Shravan replied, voice low.
Ravi’s eyes wandered. “Looks like your friends are here too,” he said, nodding at Arjun and Mugen. “The old trio.”
“We were never gone,” Arjun said flatly.
Ravi chuckled. “Well, good. I’m glad you’re surrounded by people who care.”
He walked in slowly, placing the sweet box on the table, then turned serious.
“I’ll keep it short,” he said, looking directly at Shravan. “There are whispers. About old cases. About mistakes. About people digging into things they shouldn’t.”
Shravan kept his face unreadable. “Is that a warning?”
“No,” Ravi said. “Just advice. Life gives chances. Use them wisely. Don’t stir things you buried.”
