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Krisha
What the fuck did you say to him?

Sehra
What? Who?

Krisha
Abhay.

He's way too quite

Sehra
I was drunk.

No wait.

I wasn't drunk but I wasn't sober
as well.

Nahvi
You sure you weren't?

Sehra
Fine

I was sober

I was infuriated at how he didn't
tell me the truth.

I said things that...
well weren't supposed to be said.

Ishan
What did you even say?

The poor guy looks like he
didn't sleep the whole night.

Krisha
Ishan when did you become
so compassionate?

Ishan
Well I myself don't know

Nahvi
Guys shut it

We need to focus on Abhay

Ishan
What about him?

I thought they already talked.

Sehra
Well.

After I said "things" he said some
stuff too.

He made me ponder and contemplate
my own decisions so much
that didn't know what to reply with.

So I just asked him to go home.

And said that we'll talk tomorrow.

Krisha
Damn.

Girlie you fucked up real bad.

Ishan
Dw.

We gotta do smth.

I can't see both my best friends
look like depressed little rats.

—

Nahvi

Nahvi
Listen to me you little shit.

Sehra
Manners gaye tel lene?

Nahvi
Just shut up.

Now I'll talk and you'll just
listen to me.

Okay?

Sehra
Okay

Nahvi
That guy who you just called deceitful
has been in love with you for mad long.

You being the heedless bitch you are, obviously
didn't notice.

I know how much he has yearned to just
be close to you.

He turned every small disagreement into a pretext
for a conversation with you. And of course
you didn't realise it and just
dismissed him as a brat.

Every time he tried to make you laugh,
you rolled your eyes and called him annoying.

Every glance he stole, every moment he lingered,
you brushed off as meaningless.

But do you have any idea what it takes
to keep loving someone who never sees you?

To keep hoping, even as you're pushed away?

He's not deceitful. He's desperate.
Desperate to be seen by the one person
he can't stop seeing everywhere.

And you, blind as ever,
never even gave him a chance.

Sehra
Nahvi—

Nahvi
All those times he stayed up thinking of ways to make
you notice him,you were busy labeling him as immature.

Every small gesture, every awkward attempt to bridge the gap,
you dismissed without a second thought.

You called him names, laughed at his quirks,
and never once thought about why he always came back,
why he could never stay mad at you for long.

Do you even realize how much it hurt him?
To be close enough to touch but never truly seen?

To have every effort mistaken for something petty,
when all he wanted was to matter to you.

But here's the thing—you were never truly out of his reach.
No matter how many walls you built,
he kept finding a way to climb them,
just for a glimpse of you on the other side.

And yet, you still refuse to see it.

Refuse to acknowledge the one person
who's been quietly loving you all this time,
while you kept pushing him further away.

Sehra
I knew it.

He told me yesterday.

Nahvi
And you're still gonna
keep mum?

Sehra
No obv not.

I'm just too overwhelmed rn.

To be honest, I didn't hate him either.

I never hated him.

He sure did annoy me a lot, but I couldn't ever get myself to hate him.

Not when he was the only one who looked at me like I was
something worth noticing.

Not when he remembered the smallest, most insignificant
things about me— like how I used to twirl my hair when I'm nervous and he
used to point it out saying that I'm going to go bald if I do that longer.

Or how whenever I hummed when I thought no one's listening, he always
asked me to shut up or else he'd go deaf.

I may have never said it, but he made me feel so noticeable. So seen.

He used to notice things about me that nobody else ever pointed out—
the things I didn't even know mattered.

He saw through the walls I tried to build around myself,
calling me out on my fears when I thought I'd hidden them well.
He noticed when my smile faltered, even for a second.

He cared in a way no one else ever did, even if he masked
his care as mockery.

And maybe that scared me.
Because I didn't know what to do with that kind of love.

It was raw, unfiltered, and it felt like he was holding a mirror up to me—
showing me parts of myself I wasn't ready to face.

So I laughed it off.
I pushed him away, called him names,
and pretended I didn't feel the weight of his affection.

But deep down, I knew. I always knew.

That boy who drove me crazy was the one person
who saw me when I felt invisible to the rest of the world.

And what all I felt with Shubman, it was an infatuation.

I found Shubman attractive, and I clung to that as a way to
dismiss the deeper feelings I was struggling with for Abhishek.

Nahvi
So what are you planning
to do now?

Just sit and

Sehra
No.

I need some time.

To figure my feelings out.

I don't want to use him as a pawn to
get a grip on my emotions.

Nahvi
Okay.

Take your time.

Abhishek doesn't deserve to get hurt.

He's already suffered a lot.

Sehra
I won't disappoint you.

I'll never hurt him.

Nahvi
You better.

Now take care.

You coming to work today?

Sehra
No.

Neither do I think he's gonna come.

Nahvi
That's fine.

He needs time alone as well.

Sehra
Hmm.

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I don't even know what shit I just wrote 😭