𝐻𝒾𝓈 𝒹𝒽𝒶𝒹𝓀𝒶𝓃

~the scary past~

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I was sitting in my office. My mind was stuck at the question anvi asked me. 'who is vanya'. I closed my eyes feeling an ache blooming in my chest as I remembered the sin i did.

Flashback

me,anvi,vanya,aarush,aastha we all were friends since birth with different age of course. We all used to play together since our families were friends it was like friends legacy going on. I turned 19 a month ago. Right now we were at anvi's house she was bored so she called us here. To play...

She is 15 I'm 19 what am I even supposed to play with them. Me and aarush are of same age and the three girls are of same age. I was looking at anvi with a bored look she and aastha were like sisters too me I felt a deep bond with anvi but with vanya it was different.

I always had different kind of feeling for her and I always hated it that's why I maintain my distance with her.

3 years later

I still remember the moment the call came. The world didn’t stop — it just felt like it did.

I was sitting in my room when my father’s voice suddenly changed while talking on the phone. It was the kind of silence that makes your heart uneasy before you even know why. When he told me about the assassination… about Vanya’s parents… it felt unreal.

Like someone had said something that couldn’t possibly be true.
They weren’t just family friends to me. They were… home in a different way.
Uncle always laughed the loudest when I visited, ruffling my hair like I was still a kid, even when I’d pretend to hate it.

And Aunty… she had this way of knowing when something was wrong with me without me saying a single word. Whenever things got heavy at home or life felt too much, I would end up at their place. Somehow their house always felt warmer, safer. Like I could just breathe there.

And Vanya… she was always around, teasing me for showing up unannounced again.

When I heard they were gone, my first thought wasn’t even about myself.
It was about her.