Nidha's POV:
The crisp winter breeze bit at my exposed skin as I stood at the bus stop. Shraddha would be arriving soon, accompanied by a taxi driver. The cityscape sprawled before me, familiar yet foreign after years of absence.
Emotions churned within me, a stormy mix of nostalgia, worry, and long-forgotten memories returned.
The bus stop became a time capsule, holding memories I had tried to bury. A place where past and present collided, threatening to unravel the carefully woven threads of my new life in Canada. The roar of distant traffic echoed in my ears, drowning out the subtle whisper of insecurities.
Shraddha's taxi pulled up, and Jaira burst out with bright energy, her enthusiasm a stark contrast to my inner turbulence.
Oh, the innocence she held, for her all of this was just one big adventure. Unlike Shraddhra and I, both of whom couldn't stop the nervousness on our journey here.
The three of us, bound by the invisible strings of shared history, embarked on this journey together.
Soon the taxi pulled up to a tall courtyard of buildings. Our return had brought up the question of our living, Shraddha and I thought it best to rent out an apartment and not bother anyone.
The penthouse echoed with Jaira's laughter as she explored every corner, her excitement contagious. Shraddha and I shared a look, uncertainty masked by forced smiles.
"Quite the adventure, isn't it?" Shraddha's voice carried a mix of nerves and excitement.
"Yeah, it's... something," I replied, glancing around at the unpacked boxes, each one holding fragments of our past.
Shraddha joined me by the window, watching the city lights twinkle below. "Do you ever wonder if we're doing the right thing?"
I nodded, my gaze distant. "Every moment since we decided to come back."
"We can't change the past, Nidha, but we can shape our future. For Jaira, Pihu, and us," Shraddha's words held a weight of trust, a reminder that even uncertain beginnings could lead to beautiful stories. Somehow her words were just the anchor I needed to hold myself over.
Jaira skipped into the room, her eyes sparkling. "Momsi, Mumma, guess what I found!" She held up a dusty photo frame, a relic from a time forgotten.
Shraddha and I exchanged a knowing smile. Jaira's discovery seemed like a message from fate—a prompt to embrace the journey we were embarking on.
As the night unfolded, we sat on the couch, surrounded by the comforting glow of the city below. Jaira snuggled between us, her curiosity sparking a lively conversation.
"Momsi, what's this?" Jaira pointed at an old photograph, capturing a moment when Shraddha, Pihu Di, and I were mere teenagers, full of dreams.
Shraddha chuckled. "That's us, a long time ago."
"You look funny, Mumma," Jaira giggled, earning a playful nudge from Shraddha.
"Kiddo, you know your Mumma had big bright yellow braces back then?" I joined in.
"Ew Mumma, you didn't brush your teeth huh?" Jaira interrogated her mom.
Shraddha sighed in defeat knowing there was no escaping Jaira. "Yeah bunny, see that's what happens when you don't listen to your mom."
Jaira brushed aside Shraddha's warning and resumed rummaging through the box.
"And this one?" Jaira's tiny finger landed on a picture of Vyom and me during our wedding.
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