25-07-2025, 02:28 AM
The Confession
Varnika’s voice softened further.
“I don’t want to pretend I’m okay with walking away like you never mattered to me. Because you do. More than I thought someone could in such a short time.”
Her gaze stayed on him, unflinching but fragile.
“I haven’t even told Meghana yet. You’re the first person I wanted to tell. Maybe because… you’re the one person I don’t want to leave behind without saying something real.”
Abhi didn’t speak. He just watched her, the warmth and ache in her words settling into him like a quiet storm.
“I know I’ll have to go,” she continued.
“I know this isn’t forever. But I want these days to mean something. I want to feel what it’s like to call you mine… even if it’s just for a while.”
She let out a shaky breath, almost smiling. “My first boyfriend. My… short-term boyfriend.”
Her tone cracked just enough to show how deeply she meant it.
“It’s strange, isn’t it? Knowing we’ll have to ‘break up’ before we’ve even begun.”
Abhi didn’t know what to say.
So he simply turned his hand over on the table, his fingers brushing against hers.
He didn’t grip, didn’t pull, just touched, as if saying I hear you.
She looked at their hands, then back at him, a small smile forming, fragile but real.
“Let me have this, Abhi. Let me remember these days as something warm… not something I ran out of time for.”
Abhi’s voice was quiet when he finally spoke. “Okay.”
And that single word was enough to make her smile, small, trembling, but true.
Varnika’s voice softened further.
“I don’t want to pretend I’m okay with walking away like you never mattered to me. Because you do. More than I thought someone could in such a short time.”
Her gaze stayed on him, unflinching but fragile.
“I haven’t even told Meghana yet. You’re the first person I wanted to tell. Maybe because… you’re the one person I don’t want to leave behind without saying something real.”
Abhi didn’t speak. He just watched her, the warmth and ache in her words settling into him like a quiet storm.
“I know I’ll have to go,” she continued.
“I know this isn’t forever. But I want these days to mean something. I want to feel what it’s like to call you mine… even if it’s just for a while.”
She let out a shaky breath, almost smiling. “My first boyfriend. My… short-term boyfriend.”
Her tone cracked just enough to show how deeply she meant it.
“It’s strange, isn’t it? Knowing we’ll have to ‘break up’ before we’ve even begun.”
Abhi didn’t know what to say.
So he simply turned his hand over on the table, his fingers brushing against hers.
He didn’t grip, didn’t pull, just touched, as if saying I hear you.
She looked at their hands, then back at him, a small smile forming, fragile but real.
“Let me have this, Abhi. Let me remember these days as something warm… not something I ran out of time for.”
Abhi’s voice was quiet when he finally spoke. “Okay.”
And that single word was enough to make her smile, small, trembling, but true.
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