Meera's POV:
The kids and Krish pile into the car with me. I glance at Krish, sensing the weight of something unspoken between us. Finally, he breaks the silence. "Meera, do you think it would be alright if he came and faced you? After all, you two lived in the same society."
I knew this moment would come. Ever since we set out, I’d been bracing myself for this possibility. My stomach twists in knots, but I somehow keep my voice steady. "Krish, even in my wildest dreams, I would never want to cross paths with him again." My words feel like they cut through the air, but before Krish can say more, I gently raise my hand to stop him. His shoulders slump as he turns his attention to the kids, sighing as if the weight of it all was just too much to push against.
Then, Ehsaan pipes up, squirming in his seat, "I need to pee!" I seize the opportunity to break the tension, instructing the driver to pull over when I spot a hotel in the distance.
Krish and Izhaan decide to stretch their legs as well, so we all make our way toward the restrooms. Ehsaan finishes first and darts off toward Krish, while Izhaan and I lag behind, exchanging a few words in the cool, calming air.
Saransh's POV:
Today had been a good day—a very good day. I had just closed a major deal and was walking out of the hotel, feeling more accomplished than I had in a long time. As I headed toward my car, my attention was pulled toward a small boy sitting on the ground, crying. He had tripped and seemed unsure what to do next. Instinctively, I rushed over and helped him up.
For a moment, something caught me off guard—this boy looked eerily similar to how I did when I was his age. Shaking off the odd feeling, I bent down and smiled, trying to cheer him up. "Hey, Prince, don’t cry! Look, I’ll show you how we can hit the ground, DHAP DHAP!" I patted the ground dramatically, then gave him a light kiss on the forehead. His tears dried up almost instantly, and a little grin replaced his frown.
I knelt beside him, ruffling his hair. "What’s your name, baby?" He frowned, clearly offended by the "baby talk." "I’m not a baby! My name is Echhaan." His mispronunciation made me chuckle.
"Oh, so your name is Ehsaan, huh?" He nodded firmly, and I felt an inexplicable warmth in my chest.
I reached into my pocket and offered him a chocolate, which he accepted with wide eyes. But just as he was about to take a bite, a voice rang out.
"Ehsaan, don’t eat the chocolate." Her voice. That voice. The one I could never forget, no matter how hard I tried. It was soothing and achingly familiar, making the hair on the back of my neck stand up.
"Meera!" I whispered, barely able to contain the rush of emotions that surged through me. The years between us seemed to collapse in that single moment.
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Twisted Threads
General FictionMeera and Saransh fall deeply in love and get married, but their happiness is short-lived as misunderstandings tear them apart. Separated by the pain of their past, they go their own ways. Five years later, Meera is raising her twin boys by herself...
