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FEW DAYS LATER
The chatter had died down.
Most of the crowd had dispersed after the closing ceremony. The fairy lights twinkled above the half-empty courtyard as the dusk settled in. Ishita sat on the stone bench outside the canteen, a paper cup of coffee in her hand, her shoulders slightly slumped from the long, chaotic day. Her neatly pinned hair had loosened, and there was a faint tiredness in her eyes she hadn’t even tried to hide.
Subramanyam walked up, holding two steaming cups.
“Strong, no sugar—just how you like it,” he said, offering her one.
She blinked, looked up, and gave a faint smile. “You still remember.”
“I remember a lot of things,” he replied casually, taking the seat next to her, a slight distance apart.
They sipped quietly for a few seconds before Subbu spoke again, more carefully this time.
“You’ve been quiet lately. I mean… more than usual.”
“I’m always quiet,” she deflected, without looking at him.
“You’re silent, not quiet,” he said, watching her. “Big difference.”
Ishita paused. The cup hovered near her lips but she didn’t take the sip. Her fingers gripped the paper slightly tighter.
“There’s nothing wrong, really,” she said, her voice firmer than needed. “Just… tired.”
“You’re a good liar, Ishita,” Subbu murmured. “You always were. Especially when you’re trying too hard to seem okay.”
There was a flicker in her eyes. She turned her face away, staring at a flickering bulb in the corner.
“I don’t know how to talk without sounding… dramatic.”
“Then don’t talk. Just say what’s real.”
She stayed quiet for a moment, then finally whispered, “Sometimes I feel like a guest in my own life.”
That one sentence carried too much weight, and it hung between them.
Subbu looked at her, genuinely worried now. “Is it… Raman?”
She blinked again, suddenly aware of how far she let the conversation go. “You’re overthinking it,” she said quickly, brushing a hair strand behind her ear. “Anyway… I’m just exhausted. The fest took a toll.”
Subbu studied her face but didn’t press further.
“Well, we survived another university event without a chaos,” he joked, smiling gently.
She laughed faintly. “Definetly!! Students are weird these days. Inse toh kuch keh bhi nahi sakte.”
He grinned. “Touché. Though I think Ankit’s stunt with the mascot costume almost caused one.”
“And the power cut in the debate hall? That was wild.”
“Don’t remind me. I still have to send an apology email to the Chief Guest.”
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The Binding String
FanfictionNOTE :- This Fanfiction has nothing to do with the original show except the characters and the name. Readers can read it as a general fiction as well. Special mention to Akriti154 for suggesting this appropriate title ♡♡. Entering into bond of matri...
