Love's Redemption♡

CHAPTER- 4

"But that's the irony, broken people are not fragile"
--- Clinton Sammy Jr.
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5 years ago--

Vahni POV:

Being a straight-A student has its perks, always... you never get called to parent-teacher meetings, people love you, teachers adore you, and so on.

But I've always felt like it has more disadvantages. Being academically good in childhood has completely destroyed me; it's raised people's hopes for no reason and raised my standards to a level where I can't compete with my own self.

Right now, I'm struggling to comprehend and accept the fact that I'm not good at math. I've been trying to solve this one question for the past half hour, and I'm not even close to the actual answer. Every time I try to concentrate, my mind drifts back to the last conversation I had with Vihaan, which was almost a week ago.

After crying nonstop for the past two weeks, I realized that crying won't get me anywhere. And if I waste my whole time crying, my mid-semester exams will be a disaster, and my parents will ground me, adding to my misery.

For the past week, Vihaan hasn't texted me once. I had texted him asking how he was doing, but all I got were clipped answers, so I stopped. I didn't want to bother him. But in the back of my mind, I wanted to ask him how his day was and gossip with him about everything like we usually did.

Tomorrow is my math exam, the first exam of my mid-semester. As I was looking through the seat arrangements, I noticed Vihaan's seat was just in the class next to mine. So, I'll probably see him after the exam tomorrow... and maybe we'll be able to sort things out?

A part of me knows I'm giving myself false hope, but I just can't seem to give up and move on. I want to try and hold onto us till the very end... at least then I'll know I did everything I could. It was just fate...

A notification on my phone brings me back to reality, and I check it to see that it's a text from Shruti asking how I'm doing.

Shruti has been my best friend since middle school. Anisha and I met her in our history class in the 6th grade, and we've been inseparable since then.

For a second, I think of texting her back and telling her the truth – that I'm just holding onto a thread, and anytime now, the thread will snap, and I'll fall. But then I realize that if I text her this, it will be just a few minutes before Anisha gets to know, too. And I really don't want to bother them now, as tomorrow they both have their exams, and that's very important for all of us.

I try to focus on my math problems again, but my mind keeps drifting back to Vihaan and tomorrow's exam. I decide to take a break and head downstairs for dinner.

As I eat, I find myself thinking about Vihaan again, wondering what he's doing right now, and whether he's thinking about me too.

After dinner, I head back to my room to get ready for bed. As I change into my pajamas, I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. My eyes look tired, and my skin looks pale. I examine my face, scrutinizing every feature. My mind starts to wander, and I begin to feel insecure. I think about Vihaan and how he never accepted my feelings.

Did he reject me because I'm not beautiful enough? Am I just average, not his type?

The thought sends a pang of sadness through my heart. I look at myself in the mirror again, this time more critically.

I examine my hair, my eyes, my nose. I think about all the times I wished I had clearer skin, or thicker hair, or bigger eyes. I feel a wave of insecurity wash over me. What if I'm not good enough? What if my looks are the reason Vihaan never felt the same way?

I push the thoughts away, trying to shake off the feeling of insecurity. But the doubts linger, making it hard for me to feel confident. I try to remind myself that I'm more than just my looks, but it's hard to believe that right now.

As I climb into bed, I feel my mind racing again. I think about Vihaan, tomorrow's exam, and all the what-ifs that come with it. I try to push the thoughts away, but they linger, making it hard for me to fall asleep.

I start to wonder what tomorrow will bring. Will I see Vihaan? Will we talk? Will everything go back to normal? The questions swirl in my head, making me feel anxious and restless.

As I lie in bed, I can feel my heart beating faster. I try to slow it down, taking deep breaths and focusing on the present moment. But my mind keeps wandering back to Vihaan and tomorrow's exam...

Eventually exhaustion takes over, and I drift off to sleep... my mind still reeling with the thoughts of my future.

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