𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐁𝐲 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭

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Ek tum hi nahin tanha ulfat mein meri rusva
Is shaher mein tum jaise,
Is shaher mein tum jaise deewaane hazaaron hain,
Deewaane hazaaron hain,
Inn aankhon ki masti ke mastaane hazaaron hain
Inn aankhon ki masti ke,

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Akshita's Pov

My mind was blank.

It had been two days since Papa Ji announced Vivek Bhai's wedding, and ever since then, the house had turned into a whirlwind of preparations and packing. No one had sat still for even a minute, everyone was busy, excited, and bustling around with endless energy.

But for me, from that night onwards, it had been hard to think straight because nothing in my life felt sane anymore. My conversation with Avyay that night still echoed in my head, replaying over and over like a boring speech I couldn't stop.

On mutual agreement, we had decided to keep up with this act, pretending game, until the wedding was over. And my reason for agreeing? It was simple: I didn't want these people to get hurt on what was supposed to be their happiest days.

Liar.

My subconscious mocked me, whispering the truth I refused to say aloud. Because that wasn't the real reason at all. The real reason was something I'm still not ready to admit;

I couldn't bring myself to leave... him.

"Akshita, hurry up!" Bhabhi's loud call snapped me out of my trance. I turned toward her, watching her overly enthusiastic figure.

Apparently, Shlok bhai couldn't book the flight tickets on time, and getting them at the last minute was next to impossible. So, we had all agreed on taking a train instead, because why not? According to me, train journeys with family are the kind that always end up becoming memories worth keeping.

Right next, we were all busy shifting our luggage into the cars. I dragged my two suitcases through the hall, the faint hum of chatter absent. My gaze wandered carelessly until it collided with a particular pair of eyes. Honey-brown orbs framed by long lashes, holding a thousand unsaid things.

As soon as our eyes met, I quickly lowered my gaze. It's inappropriate to stare at someone for so long when you're supposed to feel nothing for them... right?

The next moment, I heard steady footsteps approaching, until his scent wrapped around me, and his tall, stiff frame stopped just beside mine.

"Here, let me," he murmured, taking the suitcases from my hands before stepping out. His voice sent a shiver down my spine.

I stood frozen, my heart pounding far louder than it should've. But why?
It was the most ordinary thing in the world... wasn't it?

Anyways, after shaking off the irrelevant thoughts, I followed behind him. Everyone had already gathered near the parking area, where Maa was busy instructing the workers on how to manage the house while we were away.

In one car, Amira Bhabhi, Shlok Bhai, Papa ji, and Maa made themselves comfortable. In the other, Avyay was already seated at the driver's seat. I was about to open the back door when Kritika and Yug came running, squeezing past me and pulling Dadi Maa along with them.

I just stood there, staring blankly as they settled in like it was a race. "Sorry, Bhabhi. No space!" Kritika chirped, her grin anything but apologetic.