Myra's morning started with a loud knock on the door. She groggily got up the table where she was having her tea, checked the time, and realized she was running late for her shift at the hospital.

She opened the door to find Aryan standing there with a bright smile. "Morning, sleepyhead! Ready for another day at the hospital?"

"Hey," she greeted, trying to shake off her sleepiness. "Give me a minute; I'll be right back."

She quickly got dressed and grabbed her things.
Abhishek was unusually quiet, and Myra noticed how he seemed to bristle every time Aryan touched her. She made a mental note to ask him about it later.

Back at the hospital, Aryan, always the cheerful one, chatted about the day's plans as they headed to the hospital. Myra listened, but her mind kept drifting back to Abhishek. She realized just how much she missed him during their five days of not talking, and the realization that she might have feelings for him was starting to settle in.

The day at the hospital was hectic, but Myra loved every minute of it. Aryan, being his usual touchy and enthusiastic self, was a constant presence. She noticed how Abhishek’s mood had changed whenever Aryan was around, and she couldn’t help but smile at the thought of him being jealous. Definitely not, she thought.

When her shift ended, Aryan offered to drive her home. She accepted, knowing that she would have to face Abhishek soon. As they arrived, she thanked Aryan and headed to her apartment which was on the seventh floor.

The aroma of dinner filled the apartment as she entered. Abhishek was in the kitchen, busy with his cooking. He looked up and smiled when he saw her.

"Hey, you’re back," he said, his eyes lighting up.

"Yeah, finally. It was a long day," she replied, dropping her bag and walking over to him. "Tumhe khaana banana aata hai?"

"Toh phir," he said with a grin." Sarvagun sampann hu main."

"Whatever. This smells amazing, though" she complimented, leaning against the counter. "Need any help?"

"Nope, just sit and relax. I’ve got this."

She watched him for a while, marveling at how effortlessly he moved around the kitchen. She could see the tension from earlier had melted away, replaced by a warmth that made her heart flutter.

After dinner, they settled on the couch to watch a movie,Myra turned to Abhishek.
"What's up with you? You were acting weird back in the morning."
"Nothing," Abhishek muttered, avoiding her eyes. "Just tired."
Myra narrowed her eyes. "You sure? You seemed pretty annoyed."
"I'm fine, Myra," he insisted, as he  pulled out his phone and showed her the photos from his shoot earlier that day.

"Wanna see the pictures we shot today?" he asked, scrolling through the gallery.

Myra looked at the photos, her eyes widening at how good he looked. "Wow, Hot lag raha hai," she said playfully, giving him a nudge.

Abhishek grinned, pretending to be offended. "Hot? Please, Mai paida hi hot hua tha."

She laughed, shaking her head. "Okay, Mr. Hot Stuff. You definitely rocked that suit."

"Thank you, thank you," he said, bowing dramatically. "I do what I can."

They continued to banter, the easy camaraderie between them making her realize just how much she cherished their time together. She had missed this, missed him, and now that they were back to their playful selves, she couldn’t help but feel a twinge of sadness at the thought of how things could have gone differently.

Later that night, as they were getting ready for bed, Myra found herself staring at Abhishek. He noticed her gaze and raised an eyebrow.

"What's up?" he asked.

"Nothing," she replied, smiling softly. "Just thinking."

"About what?"

"Nothing, leave it." she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

He looked at her, his expression softening. "Pakka?"

"Pakka." Replied Myra.

She settled into bed, and as Myra drifted off to sleep, she felt a sense of contentment wash over her. Despite everything, they had found their way back to each other, and for now, that was enough.