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Drifting apart-2

After three long years of separation, Abhishek found himself in Mussoorie once again. He had never stopped missing Jiya, and the memories of their fractured friendship had haunted him. He had hoped that someday, he would have the chance to make amends, to tell her how much he regretted the way things had ended between them.

As Abhishek wandered through the picturesque streets of Mussoorie, his heart filled with nostalgia. He couldn't help but smile as he recalled the adventures they had shared in this town. Little did he know that destiny had a different plan for their reunion.

One sunny afternoon, as he strolled through a bustling market, Abhishek's heart skipped a beat. There, sitting alone on a bench, was Jiya. She looked fragile, her face paler than he remembered, and her once-energetic demeanor replaced by a sense of fragility.

Abhishek's steps quickened, and he approached Jiya with a mixture of excitement and apprehension. He had rehearsed the words he wanted to say to her countless times, but seeing her like this, he was overcome with concern.

Jiya sat there, lost in her own world, savoring a scoop of her favorite ice cream. The sight of her brought back a flood of memories, and Abhishek's voice caught in his throat.

Abhishek: (softly) Jiya?

Jiya turned, her eyes widening in surprise as she looked up at Abhishek. She blinked, as if questioning whether he was real or a figment of her imagination.

Jiya: (whispering) Abhishek?

Abhishek: (barely holding back tears) It's me, Jiya. I've missed you so much.

Jiya's eyes welled up with tears as she dropped her ice cream and stood up. She took a step toward him, and suddenly, she froze. Her breathing became rapid, and panic overtook her. She clutched her chest, gasping for air.

Abhishek, alarmed, reached out to her, his voice filled with concern.

Abhishek: (panicked) Jiya, what's happening? Are you okay?

But Jiya couldn't respond. She fumbled in her purse, desperately searching for something. Abhishek watched in fear as she pulled out a small tablet and quickly swallowed it. Her trembling hands reached for her water bottle.

Abhishek: (frantic) Jiya, what's going on? Do you need help?

Jiya struggled to regain her composure, her breathing gradually slowing down. She wiped away her tears, and her trembling hands steadied.

Jiya: (shaky) I'm... I'm okay now, Abhi. Thank you.

Abhishek's concern deepened, and he felt a rush of guilt for the distress his unexpected appearance had caused her.

Abhishek: (gentle) Jiya, I didn't mean to startle you like that. Are you sure you're alright?

Jiya nodded weakly, her gaze fixed on the ground.

Jiya: (softly) It's... It's just a panic attack. I get them sometimes.

Abhishek's worry didn't subside. He wanted to know more, to understand what had happened to his dear friend.

Abhishek: (concerned) Jiya, is there anything I can do? Can you tell me what's been going on?

Jiya hesitated, her eyes finally meeting his. There was a vulnerability in her gaze that tugged at Abhishek's heartstrings.

Jiya: (teary-eyed) Abhi, there's something I need to tell you. But it's not easy.

Abhishek: (gentle) You can tell me anything, Jiya. We've always been there for each other.

As they sat down on a nearby bench, Jiya began to open up about her life over the past few years. She explained that she had been battling a severe illness, one that had taken a toll on her health and well-being. Her strength and resilience in the face of adversity moved Abhishek deeply.