The morning sun filtered through the curtains as Myra stood in front of her mirror. She could hear Abhishek and Aryan’s muffled voices from the living room, their tones gradually escalating. She sighed, hoping they weren’t at each other’s throats again.

Just as she was finishing up, she heard the door slam and Aryan stormed past her room without a word. Confused, she stepped into the living room to find Abhishek sitting on the couch, looking a mix of annoyed and satisfied.

“What happened?” she asked, her eyebrows knitting together.

“Nothing,” Abhishek replied curtly, flipping through his phone.

Whatever.She knew better than to press him further right now. She grabbed her bag and headed to the hospital, the day already feeling off-kilter.

At the hospital, Aryan avoided her like the plague. He barely acknowledged her presence and kept his distance, which was not like him at all. Myra’s frustration grew with each passing hour. By the time her shift ended, she was seething.

She pulled out her phone and called Abhishek. “Can you come pick me up? You can bring my car.”

He was there in no time. As she slid into the passenger seat, he looked at her with a smug grin. “Had enough of Aryan’s sulking?”

She glared at him. “Did you say something to him?”

Abhishek shrugged nonchalantly. “Maybe.”

“Abhishek!” she snapped. “Did you tell him, not to talk to me?”

“No, I just told him what would happen if he did.”

Myra was fuming. “What the hell is your problem? You can’t just go around threatening people!”

“Threatening?” Abhishek’s tone was taunting. “I merely informed him of the consequences.”

“Consequences?” she echoed, her voice rising. “ Dude, You had no right to interfere!”

The tension between them was palpable as they drove home. Myra stared out the window, her thoughts a whirlwind of anger and confusion. Abhishek’s grip on the steering wheel was tight, his knuckles white. They didn’t exchange a single word after that during the drive.

When they reached the apartment, Myra stormed inside, slamming the door behind her. Abhishek followed, equally furious. The moment they were inside, she whirled around to face him, her eyes blazing.

“What the hell is your problem, Abhishek?” she shouted.

“My problem?” he shot back. “My problem is that you’re too blind to see what’s right in front of you!”

“What are you talking about?” she demanded, stepping closer, her fists clenched.

“That guy, Aryan,” Abhishek said, his voice dripping with frustration. “He’s not good for you. He’s too touchy, too close, and you don’t even see it.”

“It doesn't matter, ok? I have to work with him for the year or so. And I can handle myself!” Myra retorted. “I don’t need you to protect me.”

“I’m not trying to protect you,” Abhishek snapped. “I’m trying to make you see that he’s not who you think he is.”

“Why do you even care?” she yelled, her voice cracking with emotion. “Why do you care so much about who I’m friends with?”

“Because I care about you, alright!” Abhishek shouted back, his voice echoing through the apartment.

Myra froze, her breath catching in her throat. The silence that followed was deafening.

“What?” she whispered, her eyes wide with shock.

Abhishek took a step closer, his anger giving way to something more vulnerable. “I care about you, Myra. More than I should. And seeing you with Aryan, knowing he’s not good for you, it drives me crazy. Tumhe kya lagta hai, Mai Punjab se yaha tak sirf ek shoot aur kuch events ke aaunga?”

She stared at him, her heart pounding in her chest. “Abhay”

“I can’t stand the thought of you getting hurt,” he continued, his voice softer now. “I can’t stand the thought of losing you to someone who doesn’t deserve you.”

Tears welled up in Myra’s eyes as she processed his words. She took a step back, trying to keep her emotions in check. “Abhay yaar. Why didn't you tell me before?”

“Because I don't even know when this happened and when I realised it did I was damn scared,” Abhishek admitted. “Scared of ruining what we have. But I can’t keep it in anymore. I'm sorr-”

Before he could continue, Myra held his collar,closed the distance between them and kissed him. It was a desperate, heated kiss, filled with all the emotions they’d been holding back. Myra’s hands found their way to his shoulders, gripping him tightly as he kissed her back with equal fervor.

When they finally broke apart, both were breathing heavily, their foreheads resting against each other’s.

“You idiot,” Myra whispered, a tear rolling down her cheek. “I hate you, yaar Abhay”

Abhishek chuckled softly, wiping her tear away. “Same here.”

She smiled through her tears, pulling him into a tight hug.

They might be chaotic and stubborn, but they were also best friends who cared deeply for each other. And that was a foundation strong enough to build something more.

That night, they fell back into their usual playful banter, the tension between them replaced by a newfound warmth. They cooked dinner together, laughing and teasing each other, the earlier argument forgotten. Despite their chaotic day, there was an underlying happiness that neither could ignore. They were best friends, idiots in love, and the realization brought a sense of happiness that neither wanted to let go of.