Back In Time

~epilogue-II~

A/N:

After eleven versions of this same chapter and a break for a month and a half to finish this novel, I'm finally uploading this part of the story that has LITERALLY been the death of me. There's one last part to the epilogue which was actually the first part I'd ever written.

This chapter is REALLY, REALLY long you guys. I'm doing my part by warning you all.

Happy Reading! :)

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Mrs. Gandhi and Meera's parents never looked eye to eye again. But Kanan's Mother didn't just stop at that, she made it a point to pitch at least a line or two of insults for the Modis' careless upbringing of their children in every social gathering she went to. Grapevine networks worked like that, and you ended up hearing the gossip about yourself via someone else who's already been sworn to secrecy.

Nobody cared to know about what had truly happened. As far as they were concerned,

Amaro handsome Dr. Gandhi ane studious Meera nu shaadi cancel thayi gayu. (Kanan and Meera's wedding has been called off.)

When Mrs. Gandhi made it a point to be a no show for Rishi's engagement ceremony eight months later and Kanan walked in early in the morning all by himself, nobody bothered to ask him about the reason for her absence. Kanan on the other hand, had been welcomed back with open arms. He was after all, Rishi's childhood best friend. And Meera was glad, that their own personal drama hadn't affected that equation between Rishi and Kanan.

She sat at the farthest end of the living room quietly, taking in the commotion for all the preparations. The engagement was to be held at their house, because the wedding ceremony was being organized by the Brides' side of the family.

Her particular focus was on her Father at that point, who had probably spoken a total of eight syllables to her ever since he'd found out about the relationship she'd been hiding for all these years. He also didn't ever bring up her marriage talks.

Meera didn't know why, but at this point, she really wanted to open up to her father about Vedant. But him being her father, he'd already entered his own shell that he refused to get out of. She never tried to initiate any further conversations either.

"Um...Rishi's calling you." Meera looked up to meet Kanan's eyes. She hated the awkwardness between them with every fibre of her being, but had never quite understood what to say to him for an ice breaker. He'd practically pushed her towards her extremely negative reaction for their rishta despite the number of times she'd made it imminently clear for him that if she ever were to settle down, it would only be with Vedant.

"His room?" she questioned, already up on her feet.

Kanan nodded, looking a little uncomfortable in her presence. She wished they could go back to being kids. Life was so much more sorted back then. She knew perfectly well, that if it were for when they were little, somewhere amidst playing house and cricket, they would find a way to apologize to each other.

Meera started to make her way for Rishi's bedroom, but then, taking a small pause and turning around she sighed, "Just for the record, I didn't want things to come to this. I miss being friends with you."

If she would've stayed an extra second, she'd be able to catch Kanan's features soften in response.

Rishi swung open his door at her very first knock. Standing in a loose T shirt and pyjamas, he flashed her his iPhone. Meera's brows drew together, as his fiancée came into view.