25-06-2025, 02:32 AM
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She finally looked at him
Eyes searching, as if trying to see past the person she liked into the one who surprised her.
“I thought I was okay,” she said.
“When I said I didn’t mind, I meant it. But I didn’t see it coming. That moment. That… closeness.”
Abhi swallowed. “I didn’t expect you to walk in.”
“I know you didn’t,” she said, cutting him off
Not unkindly.
Just firmly. “And I know it wasn’t meant to hurt me. But it did. Not because of jealousy. Not even because of you. But because…”
She hesitated. “It made me realize I didn’t understand what story I was part of.”
She finally moved to the edge of the couch but didn’t sit.
She stood with her back to him now.
“I felt like a fool, Abhi. For letting myself enjoy things that maybe weren’t meant for me to enjoy.”
“That’s not true,” he said softly.
She turned, eyes sharp but not cruel. “Then what is true? That I was a background character in something already unfolding?"
"That while I was hugging you from the backseat of your scooter, you were dreaming about her arms around you?”
He didn’t respond.
She let the silence hang, then exhaled. “Sorry. That was unfair.”
“No,” he said. “It wasn’t.”
Varnika finally sat—not in comfort.
But because her legs were tired from holding tension.
She sank into the couch like someone who hadn’t rested in days.
Abhi sat too, but on the other side.
There was a long pause.
Eyes searching, as if trying to see past the person she liked into the one who surprised her.
“I thought I was okay,” she said.
“When I said I didn’t mind, I meant it. But I didn’t see it coming. That moment. That… closeness.”
Abhi swallowed. “I didn’t expect you to walk in.”
“I know you didn’t,” she said, cutting him off
Not unkindly.
Just firmly. “And I know it wasn’t meant to hurt me. But it did. Not because of jealousy. Not even because of you. But because…”
She hesitated. “It made me realize I didn’t understand what story I was part of.”
She finally moved to the edge of the couch but didn’t sit.
She stood with her back to him now.
“I felt like a fool, Abhi. For letting myself enjoy things that maybe weren’t meant for me to enjoy.”
“That’s not true,” he said softly.
She turned, eyes sharp but not cruel. “Then what is true? That I was a background character in something already unfolding?"
"That while I was hugging you from the backseat of your scooter, you were dreaming about her arms around you?”
He didn’t respond.
She let the silence hang, then exhaled. “Sorry. That was unfair.”
“No,” he said. “It wasn’t.”
Varnika finally sat—not in comfort.
But because her legs were tired from holding tension.
She sank into the couch like someone who hadn’t rested in days.
Abhi sat too, but on the other side.
There was a long pause.