What will happen when a cheerful heart meets a hurt soul?
Ishaan-
Ishaan Malhotra has everything he could wish for. Everything in his life is picture perfect and planned, nothing really in his control. When his grandfather forces him to marry their...
I wake up with a blanket over me. I don't remember when I dozed off nor do I remember how. All I remember is that Ishaan and I spent hours talking about the stupidest things ever just for the sake of it.
He was here. With me. Just because I called him. I didn't even ask him to come over but he did anyway.
I broke down at just the fact that someone actually cared enough to come over and check on me. That someone was there for me when I needed it.
I get out of bed and get ready for work, still swirling in my thoughts.
Ishaan truly made me laugh when I was sad. He made an effort nobody has ever made.
He makes me happy and I don't think he knows that.
I called Adity on my way to work to check if everything was alright.
"Hello" she answers in a chirpy voice "You okay?" "Yup, super good"
Is she drunk?
"I'm not drunk" she responded as if she read my thoughts "just happy" "Any specific reason?" "No" "Sure?" "Yup, or Bata how are you?"
Should I tell her?
I give it a thought before ranting to her about my night. Each and every detail. I also realized how I can keep no secrets from her.
I feel some of the stress or tension, whatever that was building up in me, going away. I feel light.
"No fucking way" she finally said after processing all the information for a minute. "We need to meet" "I agree. I'll try getting off work early. Wrap everything up by 6" "Okay, see you then"
I park my car and look at the tree in right in front of the car. It's one of those huge tress planted centuries ago. It's lived a long.
I wonder if the tree ever felt like this all shit and I should just get out. It's just that even it did want to get out it would certainly not be able to. It's stuck. It can't move even if it wants to. It's just the wind that provides it with moment. Nothing else.
I get out of my car and go straight into Ms.Neha's office. The building is surrounded by other business parks which means it's usually crowded. Like one of those lines of building that people look at and say 'industrialisation is truly amazing'. Fisco's building is the only one with a little greenery, I like to believe it's for environmental causes and not just for the 'aesthetic'.
I like to believe a lot of things which are not true
"I'm getting married soon" I announce dramatically, entering her room. "Congratulations" she said, looking up surprised "I might have to take a lot of leaves" "That's understandable" she replies "That's not a problem?" "You're getting married, Nitara. Enjoy it all while it lasts"
Enjoy it while it lasts Sure.
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Zoning out is a form of art. I love it because it gives me a break from my thoughts. I don't pay attention to what's happening around me and it's not because I'm high, it's just because I'm tired.
Of everything.
Sometimes I get so lost In a thought that it consumes me. I overthink about this one particular thing so much that's all I can think about.
I get off work at 7:30. I try to do some extra work to cover up for the leaves I'm going to take. It's not really a problem but I still feel super guilty for not being able to work.
It's concerning.
I get into my car and drive to Adity's place to pick her up.
In the quiet of the car the only thing I can think of is Ishaan. The only person on my mind is Ishaan.
That's also concerning.
He's like a tapestry woven with stories—each smile, every gesture, paints a tale that draws me closer. His presence is a comforting melody, soothing the chaos around me. The way he sees the world, it's as if he carries galaxies in his eyes, and I find myself lost among the constellations of his thoughts.
His laughter is infectious, effortlessly lighting up the room, while his silence speaks volumes, revealing depths I yearn to explore.
There's an artistry in the way he navigates life, a quiet confidence that draws me in, making every moment by his side feel like a cherished painting, vibrant with colors of passion and tenderness.
What the fuck Nitara.
It's his birthday tomorrow and I want to do something special for him. He's done so much for me and it's only fair that I do something for him too. Right?
The only thing I can think of is something that'll have to happen on very short notice but I'm sure I can make it work.
The power of dedication.
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I picked up Adity and told her about my idea on our way to the cafe.
"You're so smart" she says, in the very sarcastic Adity tone. "I know right," I replied. Eyes still on the road "Dumbass bohot jaldi nhi yaad aya apko?"
I hate to admit it but she's right. It's going to take a lot of work but I want to do this for him and I will. No matter what.
"Shut up, I'm sure I can do this. I'll just need some help"
"Call Kabir" she suggested "That's a great idea, call Kabir" I told her "I'm not calling him. You are. He's your devar" "I'm driving Adity. Call Kabir" "No" "Yes" I passed her my phone. "Arey yaaar" she gives up
It takes her a while to unlock my phone and call Kabir.
"Hello? Bhabhi?" "Hi Kabir" Adity replied "apki thodi si help chahiye thi"
She explains the whole plan and I hear enthusiasm in Kabir's voice.
This'll be fun. A success too maybe
"So we're doing this when?" He asks "Today" I reply
I hope.
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A/n- another update coming Thursday or Wednesday
This was a short chapter I knowww but I promise the next one isn't gonna be short
