26-08-2024, 07:07 AM
CHAPTER - 7
Kavya stands by the large window of their 2BHK flat, gazing out at the bustling city below. The constant honking, the chatter of people, and the distant sounds of construction blend into a noisy symphony that’s become the background of her life in Mumbai. She sighs, feeling both the energy and the overwhelming chaos of the city.
KAVYA (Thinking)
"It’s been a month… A whole month since I left home, left everything familiar to be here, with Rahul. Mumbai... the city that never sleeps, they say. But for me, it's been a city that hasn't let me rest."
She turns away from the window and looks around the living room. It’s tastefully decorated, with modern furniture that Rahul insisted on buying before their wedding. But despite the polished decor, the place still feels foreign to her, more like a hotel than a home.
"I thought I’d get used to it by now, but… I still miss home. Everything’s so different here. The noise, the people… even the food. And with Rahul always busy, it’s just… lonely.
Kavya thought of searching for a job, maybe she won’t feel lonely and will be busy with her work. She started looking for some job listing in IT firm. After applying for some of those she stood again at the large window.
Kavya
(whispering to herself)
I thought I'd feel at home by now...
She glances at the coffee table in front of her, where a few job listings are scattered. Her laptop is open, but the screen has gone dark from inactivity. She hasn’t found anything promising yet, and each rejection feels like another weight added to her shoulders.
Kavya
(thinking)
Maybe I should have started looking earlier... But there was so much to do with the wedding, the move, settling in...
She brushes a strand of hair behind her ear, her eyes unfocused as she recalls the whirlwind of events that brought her to this point. The joy of getting married, the excitement of starting a new life, all now slightly tinged with the frustration of feeling stuck.
In the other room, Danish is seated at his desk, his laptop open as he works from home. His door is slightly ajar, and he occasionally glances out at the living room where Kavya is sitting. He can sense her unease, even though they haven't spoken much today.
Danish types away on his keyboard, the soft clacking of the keys blending with the ambient noise of his room. He's in the middle of a coding task but finds his concentration drifting. He thinks about how quiet Kavya has been lately, how she's always polite but distant.
Kavya finally pulls herself out of her thoughts and reaches for her phone. She scrolls through job postings again, her finger hovering over the screen as she hesitates to apply. She knows she needs to start working again, to find a purpose in this new city, but the process feels daunting.
Few more weeks passed like this and she is still looking for a job.
Kavya flips through job postings, her expression weary. She clicks through several listings but finds nothing that suits her qualifications or interests. Her phone buzzes with a new email, but it’s just another rejection.
Kavya
(sighing deeply)
Still nothing...
She closes her laptop and leans back on the sofa, her shoulders slumped. The flat feels unusually silent without Rahul’s presence. She’s been trying to keep busy and stay positive, but the mounting rejections are starting to take a toll on her.
These things making kavya irritated kind of frustrated, not getting a job, Rahul not spending enough time with her. All these things making the change in her behaviour.
As its late in the night but Rahul is still not at home and Danish is also in his room. She thought of talking to Danish but she thought maybe, so she doesn’t want to disturb him.
Rahul unlocked the door quietly, trying not to make much noise as he stepped into the dimly lit apartment. The clock on the wall showed it was well past midnight. He sighed, exhausted from another long day at work, but a part of him felt guilty for coming home so late—again.
He kicked off his shoes and made his way to the living room, where he found Kavya sitting on the couch, staring blankly at the TV. The volume was turned down low, and she didn’t even seem to notice him enter.
“Kavya?” Rahul called softly, moving closer.
She blinked and turned her head towards him, her expression a mix of surprise and weariness. “You’re back.”
“Yeah, sorry it’s so late.” He sat down beside her, noticing the tension in her posture. “You didn’t have to wait up.”
Kavya shrugged, her eyes drifting back to the TV. “I wasn’t really watching. Just… thinking.”
Rahul studied her face, the way her shoulders slumped. “What’s on your mind?”
She sighed heavily, running a hand through her hair. “It’s been a month, Rahul. A whole month in Mumbai, and I still haven’t found a job. I’ve sent out so many applications, gone to interviews, and nothing. Every rejection email feels like a slap in the face.”
“I know it’s tough,” Rahul said, reaching out to take her hand. “But you’re talented, Kavya. Something will come through.”
“But when?” she snapped, pulling her hand away. “You’re always at work, and I’m stuck here all day, feeling useless. I’m so frustrated, Rahul. I thought moving to Mumbai would be exciting, a fresh start, but it’s been nothing but disappointment.”
Rahul looked down, guilt gnawing at him. He knew how hard it was for her, and he hated that he couldn’t do more to help. “I’m sorry I haven’t been around as much. Work has been crazy, and I know that’s not fair to you.”
Kavya shook her head, her eyes welling up with tears. “It’s not just about you being busy. I feel like I’m losing myself here. I left everything behind for this move, and now I’m just... stuck. I feel so alone.”
Rahul wrapped his arm around her, pulling her close. “You’re not alone, Kavya. We’ll figure this out together. I’ll try to be here more, okay? And we’ll keep looking for opportunities. Something will work out.”
Kavya leaned into him, tears spilling over. “I just don’t know how much longer I can keep doing this, Rahul. I need something to change.”
Rahul held her tighter, wishing he could take away her pain, knowing that all he could do was be there for her. “It will change, Kavya. I promise. We’ll get through this.”
They sat in silence for a while, the weight of unspoken worries hanging in the air, as the TV flickered in the background.
Kavya stands by the large window of their 2BHK flat, gazing out at the bustling city below. The constant honking, the chatter of people, and the distant sounds of construction blend into a noisy symphony that’s become the background of her life in Mumbai. She sighs, feeling both the energy and the overwhelming chaos of the city.
KAVYA (Thinking)
"It’s been a month… A whole month since I left home, left everything familiar to be here, with Rahul. Mumbai... the city that never sleeps, they say. But for me, it's been a city that hasn't let me rest."
She turns away from the window and looks around the living room. It’s tastefully decorated, with modern furniture that Rahul insisted on buying before their wedding. But despite the polished decor, the place still feels foreign to her, more like a hotel than a home.
"I thought I’d get used to it by now, but… I still miss home. Everything’s so different here. The noise, the people… even the food. And with Rahul always busy, it’s just… lonely.
Kavya thought of searching for a job, maybe she won’t feel lonely and will be busy with her work. She started looking for some job listing in IT firm. After applying for some of those she stood again at the large window.
Kavya
(whispering to herself)
I thought I'd feel at home by now...
She glances at the coffee table in front of her, where a few job listings are scattered. Her laptop is open, but the screen has gone dark from inactivity. She hasn’t found anything promising yet, and each rejection feels like another weight added to her shoulders.
Kavya
(thinking)
Maybe I should have started looking earlier... But there was so much to do with the wedding, the move, settling in...
She brushes a strand of hair behind her ear, her eyes unfocused as she recalls the whirlwind of events that brought her to this point. The joy of getting married, the excitement of starting a new life, all now slightly tinged with the frustration of feeling stuck.
In the other room, Danish is seated at his desk, his laptop open as he works from home. His door is slightly ajar, and he occasionally glances out at the living room where Kavya is sitting. He can sense her unease, even though they haven't spoken much today.
Danish types away on his keyboard, the soft clacking of the keys blending with the ambient noise of his room. He's in the middle of a coding task but finds his concentration drifting. He thinks about how quiet Kavya has been lately, how she's always polite but distant.
Kavya finally pulls herself out of her thoughts and reaches for her phone. She scrolls through job postings again, her finger hovering over the screen as she hesitates to apply. She knows she needs to start working again, to find a purpose in this new city, but the process feels daunting.
Few more weeks passed like this and she is still looking for a job.
Kavya flips through job postings, her expression weary. She clicks through several listings but finds nothing that suits her qualifications or interests. Her phone buzzes with a new email, but it’s just another rejection.
Kavya
(sighing deeply)
Still nothing...
She closes her laptop and leans back on the sofa, her shoulders slumped. The flat feels unusually silent without Rahul’s presence. She’s been trying to keep busy and stay positive, but the mounting rejections are starting to take a toll on her.
These things making kavya irritated kind of frustrated, not getting a job, Rahul not spending enough time with her. All these things making the change in her behaviour.
As its late in the night but Rahul is still not at home and Danish is also in his room. She thought of talking to Danish but she thought maybe, so she doesn’t want to disturb him.
Rahul unlocked the door quietly, trying not to make much noise as he stepped into the dimly lit apartment. The clock on the wall showed it was well past midnight. He sighed, exhausted from another long day at work, but a part of him felt guilty for coming home so late—again.
He kicked off his shoes and made his way to the living room, where he found Kavya sitting on the couch, staring blankly at the TV. The volume was turned down low, and she didn’t even seem to notice him enter.
“Kavya?” Rahul called softly, moving closer.
She blinked and turned her head towards him, her expression a mix of surprise and weariness. “You’re back.”
“Yeah, sorry it’s so late.” He sat down beside her, noticing the tension in her posture. “You didn’t have to wait up.”
Kavya shrugged, her eyes drifting back to the TV. “I wasn’t really watching. Just… thinking.”
Rahul studied her face, the way her shoulders slumped. “What’s on your mind?”
She sighed heavily, running a hand through her hair. “It’s been a month, Rahul. A whole month in Mumbai, and I still haven’t found a job. I’ve sent out so many applications, gone to interviews, and nothing. Every rejection email feels like a slap in the face.”
“I know it’s tough,” Rahul said, reaching out to take her hand. “But you’re talented, Kavya. Something will come through.”
“But when?” she snapped, pulling her hand away. “You’re always at work, and I’m stuck here all day, feeling useless. I’m so frustrated, Rahul. I thought moving to Mumbai would be exciting, a fresh start, but it’s been nothing but disappointment.”
Rahul looked down, guilt gnawing at him. He knew how hard it was for her, and he hated that he couldn’t do more to help. “I’m sorry I haven’t been around as much. Work has been crazy, and I know that’s not fair to you.”
Kavya shook her head, her eyes welling up with tears. “It’s not just about you being busy. I feel like I’m losing myself here. I left everything behind for this move, and now I’m just... stuck. I feel so alone.”
Rahul wrapped his arm around her, pulling her close. “You’re not alone, Kavya. We’ll figure this out together. I’ll try to be here more, okay? And we’ll keep looking for opportunities. Something will work out.”
Kavya leaned into him, tears spilling over. “I just don’t know how much longer I can keep doing this, Rahul. I need something to change.”
Rahul held her tighter, wishing he could take away her pain, knowing that all he could do was be there for her. “It will change, Kavya. I promise. We’ll get through this.”
They sat in silence for a while, the weight of unspoken worries hanging in the air, as the TV flickered in the background.
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