The morning after Komal’s wedding dawned quieter than any Abhishek had experienced in recent days. The house, once buzzing with the laughter and chaos of wedding preparations, now felt eerily silent. Abhishek wandered through the halls, each step echoing in the stillness. He found himself in Komal’s now-vacant room, the absence of her presence palpable.

He sat on the edge of her bed, staring at the wall where her photos still hung. Memories of their childhood flooded back—her infectious laughter, their late-night talks, the way she always knew how to cheer him up. He sighed deeply, rubbing his temples, feeling the weight of her absence.

Downstairs, Myra was in the kitchen, making tea. The Sharma family had told them to stay at the house for a few more days. She hummed softly to herself, trying to shake off the heaviness from last night. Despite their bickering and playful insults, she genuinely cared about Abhishek and knew he was hurting. She poured four cups of tea and headed upstairs.

She found Abhishek in Komal’s room, staring blankly at the wall. She knocked gently on the doorframe. “Chai?”

He looked up, his eyes red-rimmed. “Thanks,” he muttered, taking the cup from her.

Myra sat down next to him, the silence stretching between them. She sipped her tea, glancing at him from the corner of her eye. “You know, she’s just a call away.”

Abhishek nodded, his throat tight. “I know. It’s just… different now. Ajeeb lag raha hai. I don't know.”

She placed a hand on his shoulder, squeezing it gently after hesitating a bit. “You’ll get used to it. Besides, she’s happy. That’s what matters, right?”

He smiled weakly, appreciating her attempt to comfort him. “Yeah, you’re right.”

They sat there for a while, the silence companionable. Finally, Myra stood up, stretching. “Come on, let’s get out of here. You need some fresh air.”

Abhishek looked at her, a flicker of gratitude in his eyes. “Yeah, okay.”

As they made their way downstairs, they ran into Shubman and Sara, who were sitting at the dining table, looking equally somber.

“Guys,” Myra greeted, trying to inject some energy into her voice. “We’re going out for a bit. You two want to join?”

Shubman shook his head. “Nah, you go ahead. We’re going to catch up on some rest.”

Sara nodded in agreement, offering them a small smile. “Have fun, you two.”

They spent the day wandering around the city, visiting their favorite spots. Myra made it her mission to keep Abhishek’s spirits up, dragging him to a nearby park where they fed the ducks, and then to their favorite cafe for lunch. Her antics made him laugh, easing the ache in his heart.

As the day drew to a close, they decided to have dinner at a cozy restaurant. The dim lighting and soft music created a soothing atmosphere. They talked about everything and nothing, the conversation flowing easily.

For a moment, he forgot his sadness, lost in the simplicity of the moment.

After dinner, they walked back to the car, the night air cool and refreshing. Myra was talking animatedly about something that happened during the wedding when they noticed a familiar figure approaching them.

It was Anaya, Abhishek’s ex-girlfriend. She smiled hesitantly as she walked over. “ Oh my God! Hi, Abhay. It’s been a while.”

Abhishek stiffened, his smile fading. “Anaya. Yeah, it has.”

Myra glanced between them, sensing the tension. “Hi, I’m Myra,” she introduced herself, trying to ease the awkwardness.

“Nice to meet you,” Anaya said, though her eyes remained on Abhishek. “I just wanted to say hello. I didn’t expect to see you here.”

“Neither did I,” Abhishek replied, his tone curt. “We were just leaving.”

Anaya looked slightly taken aback but recovered quickly. “Of course. It was nice seeing you.”

As she walked away, Myra turned to Abhishek, her brow furrowed. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” he said, though he didn’t sound convincing. “Let’s just... Can we just go home?”

They drove back in silence, the earlier lightness replaced by a heavy tension. Myra kept glancing at Abhishek, worried about him.

When they finally pulled into the driveway, Myra hesitated before getting out of the car. “You know, you don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to. But I’m here if you do. Though, maybe it would be better to talk to Shubi.”

Abhishek managed a small smile. “ I know. Thanks, Myra. I appreciate it.”

They walked into the house, finding Shubman and Sara watching TV in the living room. “Hey, how was dinner?” Shubman asked, looking up.

“It was… interesting,” Myra replied, glancing at Abhishek.

He nodded, giving Shubman a reassuring smile. “Yeah, it was fine. Just tired now.”

As they all settled in for the night, Abhishek lay in bed, his mind racing. Seeing Anaya had brought back memories he’d rather forget. But more than that, he couldn’t stop thinking about how Myra had been there for him today. Her kindness, her laughter, the way she always knew how to make him feel better. Something had shifted between them, and he couldn’t quite put his finger on it.

Abhishek sighed, staring at the ceiling. Maybe he was starting to feel something more. Maybe. But for now, he pushed those thoughts aside, grateful for her presence in his life. Whatever was happening, he’d figure it out in time.

Later that night, the house was filled with a sense of calm that only comes after a long, emotionally draining day. Abhishek, Shubman, Myra, and Sara were gathered in the living room, a movie playing softly in the background. The earlier tension had somewhat dissipated, and everyone seemed to be settling into the comfort of their shared company.

Myra glanced around, taking a deep breath. She had been waiting for the right moment to share her news, and it seemed like now was as good a time as any. "Guys," she started, drawing everyone's attention. " Suno, I have some news."

Shubman, ever the doting brother, perked up immediately. "What, Myra?"

She smiled, a mixture of excitement and nervousness in her eyes. " Remember the internships I applied for in Mumbai?I got it. They said I can join as soon as possible. So, I Guess, I’ll be moving there soon."

The room fell silent for a moment as everyone processed her words. Shubman was the first to react, jumping up from the couch with an exaggerated gasp. "Broo! Sacchi? That’s amazing, Myra!" He pulled her into a bear hug. "I’m so damn proud of you!"

Myra laughed, hugging him back. "Thanks, Shubi."

Sara joined in the congratulations, her eyes sparkling. "That’s incredible news, Myra. You’re going to do great as always."

Abhishek, sitting slightly apart from the group, forced a smile. "Yeah, congrats," he said, his voice lacking its usual warmth.

Myra noticed the lackluster response but chose to ignore it, focusing on the positive reactions from the others. However, Abhishek's mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. He felt a strange sense of loss at the thought of Myra moving away, compounded by the unresolved tension from seeing Anaya earlier.

Shubman, ever the drama king, pulled away from Myra and put a hand to his forehead, feigning distress. "But what am I going to do without you? Who's going to keep me in line? Who's going to help me prank Shahneel?"

Myra chuckled, ruffling his hair. "You’ll survive, Shubi. Besides, it’s not like I’m going to the moon. It’s just Mumbai."

The playful banter continued, but Abhishek’s silence grew more noticeable. Myra glanced over at him, concern etched on her face. "Are you okay, Abhishek?"

He looked up, his eyes briefly meeting hers before looking away. "Yeah, I’m fine," he said curtly. "Just tired."

Sensing the underlying tension, Shubman tried to lighten the mood. "Come on, Abhishek. It’s a big day for Myra. Don’t be such a buzzkill."

Abhishek's frustration boiled over. The day's emotional rollercoaster had left him raw, and he snapped. "Maybe I’m just tired of all the changes," he said harshly. "First Komal, now you. Everyone’s just leaving."

The room fell silent, the jovial atmosphere evaporating instantly. Myra’s face fell, hurt flashing in her eyes.

Abhishek clenched his jaw, regretting his outburst but unable to stop the words. "Whatever, Myra. I don't care.Do what you want. It’s not like it matters. "

Shubman frowned, stepping closer to Abhishek. "Hey, man, that’s uncalled for. She’s worked hard for this."

Myra turned away. "Guys, leave it. It's pretty late anyways.I’m going to bed. Good night, everyone. See you tomorrow."

As she left the room, the silence was deafening. Shubman glared at Abhishek, disappointment evident in his eyes. "What’s your problem, Abhay? She’s our friend. You should be happy for her."

Abhishek ran a hand through his hair, frustration and guilt warring within him. "I know, Shubman. I just… I don’t know."

Sara, who had been watching quietly, spoke up with a sharp tone. Everybody there knew how protective she became when it came to Myra. "You need to apologize, Abhay. That wasn’t fair to her."

He nodded, knowing they were right but unsure how to fix the damage he’d done. "I think I  will. I just need some time to think."

The rest of the evening passed in strained silence. Abhishek couldn’t shake the image of Myra’s hurt expression from his mind. He knew he had crossed a line, but his emotions were too tangled to untangle easily.

As he lay in bed that night, Abhishek stared at the ceiling, replaying the events of the day. His mind kept drifting back to the moment Myra had hugged him after Komal’s wedding, the comfort he’d felt in her embrace. He realized now that he had been pushing her away because he was afraid of getting hurt again. But in doing so, he’d only hurt her.

With a heavy sigh, he closed his eyes, vowing to make things right. He would apologize to Myra and try to be happy for her, no matter how much it hurt to see her go.