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Aryan's POV:-

Since that night, Ankita has been different.I don’t know what changed, but she’s been avoiding me ever since. She doesn’t talk to me like she used to. There was a time when we could talk for hours about anything—her day, my day, little things that didn’t even matter.

But now, there’s nothing. Just silence. It feels like a thick wall has been built between us, and I have no idea why.

Even when I call her for something, no matter how small, she always comes up with an excuse.

Earlier, during Ansh's playtime—our little ritual where she would bring my jaan over, and we’d sit together—she used to stay for a while.

We’d chat, share a few laughs, and sometimes, I’d even forget my worries just by watching her smile.

But now, she doesn’t even sit down. She hands Ansh to me, barely looks me in the eye, and leaves the room as quickly as she entered. I can feel her pulling away, and it’s tearing me apart.

I've asked her about it—multiple times, in fact. "What’s the problem, Ankita? Why are you behaving like this?" But every time I try, she dodges the question, offering nothing but a cold silence.

She’s shutting me out, and I’m left in the dark, wondering what I did wrong.

I miss her—everything about her. The way she used to smile at me, the way she cared about the smallest details, how she made me feel like I mattered.

Her absence, even when she’s physically present, is suffocating me. It’s affecting me in ways I didn’t think it would. I can’t concentrate on work.

My thoughts are consumed by her, by the distance that keeps growing between us. I’ve never felt so lost.I sigh deeply, sitting in my office, staring blankly at the file in front of me.

I’m supposed to be preparing for a big meeting today, but nothing is sinking in. The words on the page blur, and my mind keeps drifting back to her.

I slam the file shut, leaning back in my chair, frustrated.In a moment of weakness, I unlock my phone and open my gallery.

I scroll until I find it—Ankita’s picture. A photo I had secretly clicked during one of our carefree moments, back when things were better. She’s smiling brightly, her eyes twinkling with that infectious happiness that used to light up my world.

I stare at it, my thumb brushing lightly across the screen, almost as if I could reach out and feel her warmth through the cold glass.

“If you don’t tell me what’s wrong, how can I help you my  love?” I whisper, my voice filled with desperation.

I feel helpless, trapped in my emotions.Suddenly, a hand on my shoulder jolts me from my thoughts. My heart races, and I quickly switch off my phone, shoving it into my pocket.

“Hey, relax, it’s just me!” The familiar voice of Arjun cuts through my panic, and I exhale, recognizing my friend and colleague.

Arjun’s been with me through thick and thin, and he knows everything—about my feelings for Ankita, about the situation I’m stuck in.

He sits down across from me, giving me a sympathetic look.

“Did you find out what’s going on with her?” he asks, his tone gentle but probing.

“How could I?” I mutter, rubbing my temples.

“She’s barely talking to me. She’s ignoring me all the time, Arjun.”

Arjun leans forward, his brow furrowed.

“Did you ask her what’s wrong? Like really ask her?”

“Of course, I did! I’ve asked her a thousand times, but she doesn’t give me any answers. I think it has something to do with that night—the party. I’m sure something happened then, but she won’t tell me,” I explain, feeling the frustration rise inside me again.

Arjun is quiet for a moment, and then, out of nowhere, he says,

“Why don’t you just confess your feelings, yaar?”

His words hit me like a punch to the gut. I sit up straight, my heart racing.

“I can’t, Arjun. What will she think of me if I do that? You know what our relationship is.”

“You’re going to keep this a secret forever, then?” he presses, leaning back in his chair, studying me with concern.

I let out a bitter laugh, shaking my head.

“Honestly, I don’t know. I want to tell her, more than anything, but at the same time, I’m terrified. I don’t want to see hatred in her eyes, Arjun. I couldn’t live with that.”

He stands up and places a hand on my shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

“Aryan, you’re not doing anything wrong. You love her, that’s it. Love doesn’t follow rules or boundaries. You’re not committing a crime by feeling the way you do.”

I say nothing. Deep down, I know he’s right, but the fear—the fear of losing her entirely—keeps me from acting. It’s paralyzing.

Arjun sighs, realizing I’m not ready to face it yet.

“Just think about it, man. Don’t wait too long. Tell her before it’s gets too late,” he advises softly before walking out of my office, leaving me alone with my thoughts.

As soon as the door closes, the silence of the room returns, but my mind is anything but quiet.

His words swirl around in my head, and I can’t help but wonder—how much longer can I keep this up? How much longer can I stay silent, hiding these feelings, when they’re slowly consuming me from the inside?

When I returned back to home..I see my little baby is watching tom and jerry on tv. He is clapping and giggling like when a funny scene comes on it. He still didn't notice me . I plan to surprise him by hugging him from behind..

I gently remove my shoes and socks without any noise but hearing one word freeze me in  that spot.

DADDA!!!

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