Chapter 15

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Siya POV:

The next morning, I woke up, and to my surprise, Abhiram wasn't in bed. Wondering where he was, I got up to freshen up and get ready for the day. As I stepped out of the closet, there he was, Abhiram, standing in the room with a tray of breakfast. He had a genuine smile on his face and looked a bit unsure. He said, "Look, this is the first time I've tried making breakfast. I don't even know if it's edible or not. If it's not good, please don't eat it." Despite the uncertainty in his cooking skills, I couldn't help but appreciate the effort he had put in. Trying not to burst into laughter, I composed myself, touched by the sincerity behind his gesture.

I grabbed a bite of the breakfast Abhiram had prepared. To be honest, it wasn't the best; it was pretty bad. However, as I looked at Abhiram with hopeful eyes, waiting for my reaction, I couldn't help but smile. His eagerness to please and his genuine attempt to make breakfast were endearing, making the less-than-perfect taste a minor detail in that moment. I managed a smile, trying to convey my appreciation for his effort.

Seeing my smile, Abhiram's eyes lit up with a mix of relief and satisfaction. "How is it?" he asked, anticipation in his voice.

I chuckled, taking another bite before responding, "Well, it's definitely a unique flavor. But you know what? The effort you put into making this is what matters the most." I could see a sense of pride in Abhiram's eyes, and it warmed my heart to see him trying to make amends in his own way. I quickly finished the entire breakfast, not giving him a chance to try it himself and discover how bad it actually was.

Abhiram's face lit up with relief and a sense of accomplishment as he saw me finishing the breakfast with apparent satisfaction. "Really? You liked it?" he asked, a mixture of surprise and happiness in his voice.

I nodded, "Yes, it was good. You did a great job for your first try." I couldn't help but appreciate his enthusiasm to make things right. As I put the empty plate aside, he seemed genuinely pleased, and I felt a subtle shift in the atmosphere.

After finishing the breakfast exchange with Abhiram, I headed to my college. The previous night, I had informed Maa that I wanted to go early because there was an event preparation happening. On the way to college, my mind wandered. couldn't shake off the fact that I might have been a bit harsh on Abhiram. However, the hurtful words he said that night still stung. I could consider forgiving him, but those words he spoke during our argument had left a mark on my heart.

After reaching college, the energetic vibe of event preparation surrounded me. I got into the tasks, finding comfort in the busyness. But, in the midst of all the activity, Abhiram's words from the previous night stayed with me.

As I tackled event arrangements, conflicting feelings overwhelmed me. I appreciated Abhiram trying to fix things, yet the pain from his hurtful words lingered. Balancing the desire for a better relationship with the wounds of the past created an inner struggle.

Throughout the day, the event preparations provided moments of distraction, but the emotional tension remained. College, usually a lively place, offered a temporary escape, yet the unresolved issues with Abhiram needed addressing.

As the day continued, I navigated between the energetic event preparations and the lingering emotions with Abhiram. Soon, it was time for my shift at the restaurant. When I arrived, I greeted my friend Anshu and her boyfriend, Deepak, who also worked there. Anshu and I exchanged pleasantries, and I chatted briefly with Deepak before heading to change into my work attire.

Once dressed for the shift, I dove into my tasks at the restaurant, ready to immerse myself in the work. The bustling environment and interactions with colleagues provided a welcome distraction, allowing me to temporarily set aside the complex emotions from earlier in the day. As I focused on my responsibilities, I aimed to bring the same dedication and efficiency to my work at the restaurant as I did to the college event preparations.

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