The Right Wrong Number✨

♡ Chapter - 28 ♡

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Arjun's POV-

Something had shifted.

It wasn't loud or cinematic. No dramatic thunderclap, no slo-mo montage. Just a quiet voice inside me-barely a whisper, but strong enough to stand up to the noise that had been pulling me down all this time.

They're waiting for me.

Those kids on the street. The boy who hit the six after I corrected his stance. The anonymous faces behind the kind DMs that I never dared to reply to. My mother. Mira.

Me.

I was waiting for me.

I didn't waste another minute.

I walked into the kitchen where Maa was rolling out rotis. Her hands were moving automatically, like they always did, but her eyes darted to my face the moment I entered-and they softened, immediately catching on to something new. Something different.

"Arjun?" she asked, concern knitted into the lines of her forehead.

"Maa..." I said, stepping closer. My voice had weight now. Not the weight of sorrow. The weight of resolution. "Main wapas shuru karne wala hoon."

(I'm about to start over again.)

She blinked. Her hands stopped mid-roll. "Kya?"

(What?)