❝ 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔'𝒏𝒕 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒃𝒐𝒂𝒓𝒅 - 𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍 𝒇𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒂 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒈𝒍𝒚. ❞
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Sometimes love doesn't knock on the right door. Sometimes it slips in through a misdial, a l...
मुकाम मिल गया, पर साथ छूट गया, भीड़में था, फिर भी दिल अकेला रह गया... जिसने सिखाया गिरकर उठना हर बार,वो ही अब तस्वीर बनकर दीवार पे मुस्कराता है....
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Lelo aaj bhi naya chaper... Ab aap puchoge kis khushi mein? CBSE ne muhh par results thop diye hai guyzz 😩! All 12thies and 10thies... Sab badiyaa?😅
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Author's POV-
Meanwhile in Mumbai –
Mira stared at her ceiling, phone still in hand. It had been hours since she last heard from Arjun. Her eyes burned from lack of sleep, but she couldn't stop thinking.
Not about cricket. Not about his medal. Not even about her pending pitch presentation due tomorrow.
Just him.
His silence scared her. His mother's tears haunted her imagination.
She knew how it felt... She knew how he must be feeling.
In the few months that Arjun had become a part of her life, Mira hadn't realized when the memes, the late-night teasing, and random song battles became everything.
Now, he was in pain. He had lost his anchor.
And she? She was just... here.
No. Not for long.
She got up, pulled out her bag, and began packing. Pants, tee, charger, pepper spray, and half a packet of Bourbon biscuits.
Her eyes welled up, but she didn't pause.
"Uski mamma ko uski zarurat hai, pata hai," she whispered to herself, zipping the bag. "Par usse bhi kisi ki zarurat hai. Mujhe. I need to see him."
(His mother needs him, I know that. But he needs someone too. Me. I need to see him.)
Kanpur was far. But Mira didn't care.
She was going.
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Back in Kanpur... The next day...
The house was too quiet.
Not the peaceful kind of quiet. The kind that fills your lungs with glass and leaves your ears ringing with absence.
