25-06-2025, 01:55 AM
Abhi:
Still, I wanted to tell you something.
I noticed your bag on the scooter. That space between us?
I didn’t push past it.
Not just because of the bag, Varnika.
Because I saw how much you were hurting.
He waited.
Not expecting a reply.
The ticks turned blue.
Seen.
She is seeing his messages.
It is enough for him.
He knows that he is communicating with her.
She is reading all his messages, she didn't turn off the phone.
It didn’t make him feel better.
It didn’t make him feel worse.
Just… real.
He rubbed the back of his neck, staring at the wall.
The apartment was silent except for the occasional tick of the ceiling fan.
He kept going.
Abhi:
You don’t have to reply tonight.
Or tomorrow.
I just… I need you to know this wasn’t a game. Not to me.
Not to Meghana either.
Another pause.
Abhi:
You came into my life like a gust of wind that rearranged the furniture.
I don’t know what everything means yet.
But I liked the way you made me feel at home.
Sent.
Seen.
He stared at the message. Then finally typed one more.
Abhi:
Sleep well.
I’m here if and when you’re ready.
He stared at the screen for another minute.
Then slowly placed the phone down, screen-up—watching it once, hoping… and letting go.
Varnika never replied.
But he knew she’d read every word.
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Still, I wanted to tell you something.
I noticed your bag on the scooter. That space between us?
I didn’t push past it.
Not just because of the bag, Varnika.
Because I saw how much you were hurting.
He waited.
Not expecting a reply.
The ticks turned blue.
Seen.
She is seeing his messages.
It is enough for him.
He knows that he is communicating with her.
She is reading all his messages, she didn't turn off the phone.
It didn’t make him feel better.
It didn’t make him feel worse.
Just… real.
He rubbed the back of his neck, staring at the wall.
The apartment was silent except for the occasional tick of the ceiling fan.
He kept going.
Abhi:
You don’t have to reply tonight.
Or tomorrow.
I just… I need you to know this wasn’t a game. Not to me.
Not to Meghana either.
Another pause.
Abhi:
You came into my life like a gust of wind that rearranged the furniture.
I don’t know what everything means yet.
But I liked the way you made me feel at home.
Sent.
Seen.
He stared at the message. Then finally typed one more.
Abhi:
Sleep well.
I’m here if and when you’re ready.
He stared at the screen for another minute.
Then slowly placed the phone down, screen-up—watching it once, hoping… and letting go.
Varnika never replied.
But he knew she’d read every word.
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