❝Our love douses us in flames. It's terrible and deep and wingless, but I'll burn here if you burn here too.❞
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Kabir and Meher
Two polar opposites; or that's what they think they are. They are both burnin...
"Jaanti hu isme kaafi kuch daav par hai, lekin yeh jung uss purani mohabbat aur dosti ke naam hai"
~ meher mathur raizada
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Mumbai, India
Meher pressed herself back against the rough, cracked wall of the hallway, feeling the chill of the peeling paint through her skin. The dim light barely cut through the oppressive shadows, cloaking her in a deep, unsettling darkness. She stood frozen, clutching the stolen phone in her hand, her heart pounding so loudly it threatened to betray her. Every sound was amplified in her mind: the distant murmur of voices, the hum of a dying light bulb, and her own shallow breathing as she waited.
As the sound of approaching footsteps grew closer, Meher's fingers gripped the phone tighter, her mind racing through the possibilities. A mix of fear and anticipation coiled inside her, paralyzing her body while her thoughts jumped to every consequence that could unfold if she was found out. She reminded herself to breathe— softly, silently as she prayed that whoever was approaching would pass without a glance in her direction.
The footsteps stopped, a mere few feet away. Meher closed her eyes and tried to slow her breath, forcing herself to stay calm as her senses heightened. She opened her eyes just enough to glimpse the imposing silhouette of Kavitha, the woman who seemed to rule this shadowed world with an iron hand. Her massive, brightly painted bindi seemed to glow eerily in the dim light, marking her as a warning of danger.
Kavitha scanned the hallway, her gaze piercing as she muttered to herself in frustration, fumbling for keys. Meher flattened herself against the wall, each muscle in her body taut as she willed herself to be invisible. Her palms were clammy, and she felt a single bead of sweat trickling down her neck as she waited, almost holding her breath. The cold seared her lungs as she inhaled, waiting for Kavitha to leave.
Kavitha fumbled briefly at the door before her, muttering something about forgetting to lock it. With a sigh, she swiftly locked it, the click of the door echoing down the silent hallway. Meher watched as Kavitha turned and walked away, her footsteps slowly fading until silence settled once more.
Meher finally exhaled, her knees feeling weak with the release of tension. She peered down the hall, watching Kavitha disappear around the corner. This was her chance to hurry back to the small room she'd been confined to, the room she now called her "safe zone" despite everything. With cautious, hurried steps, she slipped back, heart still pounding, until she safely reached her room and closed the door behind her.
Inside, Pari was waiting, her face etched with worry as she took in Meher's breathless expression. Pari's eyes darted to the door, her small form tense with anticipation. Meher lifted the stolen phone triumphantly, displaying it like a trophy.
"I managed to take a few photos," she whispered, her voice hoarse with relief and adrenaline. "Evidence," she added, hoping the single word would capture the enormity of what she had just done.
