Shanaya commenced her Sunday by making a visit to her apartment early in the morning. It had been quite some time since she last set foot in her place, as she had chosen to temporarily reside in her family house. This decision was driven by her desire to closely monitor Ahail's recovery from the seizure and ensure his well-being.As Shanaya observed Ahail's remarkable improvement, a sense of relief washed over her. His appetite had returned, and his overall appearance had become more vibrant and lively. In the evenings, he would engage in activities with Suhala and Harish, such as watching TV together. Just the previous day, she had witnessed a playful argument between them over the choice of program - Suhala wanted to indulge in her daily soap opera while the men insisted on watching highlights of the latest cricket match.Witnessing these small cracks being mended within her family had brought Shanaya immense joy. It served as a reminder that healing and unity were indeed possible,
Shanaya was halfway to Dhruv’s new house when she received a call from Kabir. He asked her to pick him and his wife from their house. With a sigh, Shanaya turned the car around and picked up speed. She liked that Kabir’s house was in the isolated part of the town. She did not like driving much, but she liked passing through the roads that led to his house. She thought of how this would be the first time all of them would be together in one place after so many years. Everyone except Ahail. The reunion she had joked about planning had become a reality. She knew it was a recipe for disaster, but somehow it felt like watching a car wreck — she could not take her eyes away. She, Kabir and Dhruv had been that iconic trio everyone else at school was jealous of. Dhruv was shy, reserved — always reading something, his head immersed into a book. She had never expected to fall for him, just like she had never expected him to leave her. Kabir was notorious, always attracting trouble like a magn
Shanaya halted the car outside Dhruv's grand residence, adorned with shimmering lights and vibrant decorations. She glanced at the elegant façade, her mind buzzing with a flurry of thoughts. Quickly, she smeared the darkest shade of red lipstick over her lips. She ignored a snarky comment that left Kabir’s mouth.She was going to meet the rest of her family here, and the plan was to step in together, but she could not locate Suhala, Harish or Aruna among the few people who stood outside. Stepping out of the car, she took a moment to steady herself, adjusting her attire and ensuring her outward composure matched the turmoil within.Instinctively touching the bracelet fastened to her wrist, she began walking to the front door but halted when she noticed that Kabir and Noor weren’t following her.She turned around and saw them still standing near the car, engaged in a conversation. That was when she finally figured it out.With quick strides, she walked up to the pair, her heart heavy wi
As expected, Suhala’s reply came in a sharp voice, “Why should I be the one greeting him? He could’ve come to greet us. I assure you he did fail to notice us when we entered.” Her lips pursed into a thin line. “Tell her, Harish,” she urged her son. Harish cleared his throat, his eyes unfocused. “The crowd went silent for a few seconds when we stepped in,” he stated. “What’s surprising about it?” questioned Shanaya. “Weren’t we expecting that? Look around. People will have one eye on our family and the other on the Kapoors tonight. They'll be waiting to see the slightest crack in our composure. They’ll be hoping to add fuel to any fire that us or them may ignite. We’re not giving them the opportunity.” Suhala turned her wavering gaze to Shanaya and for a moment noticed something akin to pride flickering in her eyes. Then she looked away, suddenly and said, “I saw you greeting him. That should be enough.” Shanaya felt her composure shredding with every passing moment. She knew how h
The air weighed heavy on Shanaya, burdened by unspoken words and unresolved conflicts as she walked away from the table. She watched as her cousin regained his excitement upon finding the love of his life, Kirti, in the crowd — a bright grin instantly spreading across his face. She wondered if he still needed a drink.Well, at least someone from her family was genuinely happy. The thought should have given her some peace, but instead, the sight of Kirti and Neil made her want to get drunk, pull up a scene, perhaps cause a long anticipated argument with Dhruv’s parents. If only she could do what she really wanted. But she shrugged the thought away, knowing she had a reputation to maintain. And practically, the idea of arguing with Dhruv’s parents felt like a waste of time.She picked up a glass of wine from a tray being carried around and leisurely took a sip, leaning against the edge of an ivory table decorated with carnations. It made her think of the yellow tulip bouquets Dhruv wou
Shanaya recovered her senses, realizing that she was probably being watched by Suhala despite being engaged in a conversation. Her eyes flickered over to the table, but Suhala looked unfazed, the wrinkles on her cheeks enhanced by her wide smile. A smile that was aimed at Raunak; while all she had reserved for Dhruv were bitter words. “Dhruv, don’t flirt with me tonight,” she told him, her voice serious. “Everyone has their eyes on us.” “Who said I’m flirting?” he countered, shrugging casually — causing a blush to creep up her cheeks. “I was only complimenting you.” Shanaya shook her head, a flicker of determination in her eyes. "You can't compliment me in that way," she declared, finally setting her wine glass down on the decorated table beside her. Taking a deliberate action, she gathered the loose curls of her hair and flipped them over one shoulder, leaving the other side of her neck exposed. Dhruv's gaze immediately darted to the exposed nape of her neck. "What way?" he as
Shanaya tossed her car keys to Dhruv as soon as they were in the driveway. He took off his suit jacket and shoved it onto the back seat. Hurriedly, she took a seat as her car revved to life. Dhruv did not spare a single moment to think back — not even glancing at his house as he turned the car around.She watched in disbelief as the car sped away from Dhruv's house, leaving the party and all its expectations behind. The wind tousled her hair as she gazed out of the window, watching the world outside blur into a rush of lights and shadows. The adrenaline coursing through her veins made her heart race, and she found herself captivated by Dhruv's boldness and spontaneity.“Woah,” sighed Shanaya. “I can’t believe you just abandoned your own party. That’s so… sick. That’s so fucking cool, Dhruv. When did you become so cool?”With a mischievous grin, Dhruv glanced at Shanaya, his eyes reflecting a newfound sense of liberation. "Cool? I guess I've had it in me all along, just waiting for the
Shanaya saw hesitation cross Dhruv’s eyes. His hand began slipping from her cheek and disappointment flooded her chest. She knew at once what he was thinking about — their conversation at the hospital. She placed her hand over his and brought it back to her cheek. Dhruv’s eyes closed momentarily, his shoulder tensing. When he opened them, she saw the struggle in them. The struggle to let go — and the desire to hold on. He sighed, his thumb gently grazing her cheek. “I can’t be just your friend, Shan,” he confessed, his voice soft and vulnerable. “I felt so angry when you said that to me. I was angry at myself… for fucking things up between us. You have no idea how much I regret it. I shouldn’t have left this place. I shouldn’t have left you.” Shanaya felt a weakness settle in her knees. She knew she was going to faint any moment. Dhruv continued, “I never thought I’d come back here. Kirti was the only reason. I thought I’d forgotten about you. I believed I didn’t remember the sou