24-06-2025, 04:59 PM
He blinked. “Oh. But I thought…”
“I know,” she said gently, brushing back a strand of hair. “You said you’d take me.”
She didn’t sound angry. Or even cold. Just… measured.
Like she was choosing every word carefully to avoid what she really wanted to ask.
He hesitated. “You sure? It’s no trouble...”
“I’m sure,” she said, already walking toward the gate. “The cab’s just turning in.”
He followed her a few steps, unsure whether to press.
Her voice floated back, softer now. “You looked tired. Maybe take some rest.”
He understood the words, but the tone carried something else, something unsaid. A bruise behind her calm.
She didn’t look back again.
Abhi stood by the scooter, helmet still dangling from his fingers, as the white cab pulled up near her.
She opened the back door, paused, then turned slightly, not toward him, but toward the building behind them.
Her voice was nearly inaudible when she spoke again.
“Hope the yoga was good.”
And then she stepped inside.
The door closed. The cab pulled away. And the street was silent once more.
Abhi remained still, the weight of her words settling in his chest like a stone in water.
She hadn’t accused.
She hadn’t cried.
She hadn’t even asked why.
But she had seen.
And now… she had chosen space.
Not to punish him.
But to protect herself.
“I know,” she said gently, brushing back a strand of hair. “You said you’d take me.”
She didn’t sound angry. Or even cold. Just… measured.
Like she was choosing every word carefully to avoid what she really wanted to ask.
He hesitated. “You sure? It’s no trouble...”
“I’m sure,” she said, already walking toward the gate. “The cab’s just turning in.”
He followed her a few steps, unsure whether to press.
Her voice floated back, softer now. “You looked tired. Maybe take some rest.”
He understood the words, but the tone carried something else, something unsaid. A bruise behind her calm.
She didn’t look back again.
Abhi stood by the scooter, helmet still dangling from his fingers, as the white cab pulled up near her.
She opened the back door, paused, then turned slightly, not toward him, but toward the building behind them.
Her voice was nearly inaudible when she spoke again.
“Hope the yoga was good.”
And then she stepped inside.
The door closed. The cab pulled away. And the street was silent once more.
Abhi remained still, the weight of her words settling in his chest like a stone in water.
She hadn’t accused.
She hadn’t cried.
She hadn’t even asked why.
But she had seen.
And now… she had chosen space.
Not to punish him.
But to protect herself.
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