Indra's parents had returned to the city after a long stay in their village, tending to his dadi’s health.

With her recovery going well, they were ready to take him back home. Indra stood at the door, his luggage packed and ready.

Srijita's mom stepped forward to give her blessings. "You should have stayed here for some more days, beta," she said warmly.

Indra smiled, grateful for her kindness. "I really felt good staying here, aunty. It was great spending time with you all. I'll come back again next time."

His eyes scanned the room, searching for Srijita. He found her standing a bit away, leaning against a pillar. The usual sparkle in her eyes was missing, replaced by a subdued, melancholic look.

Srijita's dad joined in, his tone equally warm. "We also feel really great spending time with you, beta. Ask your mom and dad to meet us one day. I think they forgot us."

Indra nodded, smiling. "Sure, uncle."

Finally, his gaze met Srijita’s. Her posture was casual, but her eyes betrayed her emotions.

He walked over to her, his steps deliberate. When he reached her, he couldn't hold back. Overwhelmed by a rush of emotions, he took her into his arms, hugging her tightly.

Srijita's eyes moistened instantly. She tried to maintain her composure, blinking rapidly to hold back the tears, but she couldn't stop herself from hugging him back. As she closed her eyes, she felt the warmth and familiarity of his embrace. It was both comforting and heartbreaking.

'Bye Srijita ,now you don't have tolerate this  person anymore' he laughs trying to make her laugh.

She remains silent unable to speak, her throat tight with unspoken words. The steady beat of his heart against hers was a bittersweet reminder of what she would miss once he left.

Srijita parted from the hug. She managed a bittersweet smile,her voice barely audible 'bye' and with that she leaves from there.Indra stares at her retreating figure...

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Srijita shut the door behind her, her heart heavy with an inexplicable sadness.

She made her way to her room, her steps slow and weighed down by the emotions swirling inside her.

As she reached her bed, she collapsed onto it, burying her face in her pillow. The sobs she had held back in front of everyone else now flowed freely, her body shaking with the intensity of her grief.

She clutched the pillow tightly, as if it could somehow absorb the ache in her chest.

Tears soaked the fabric as she murmured to herself, her voice muffled and broken. "Why am I crying so much? Why does it hurt so much with him leaving? I should feel happy, right? Now I can work freely without any distractions."Her mind raced, trying to rationalize her feelings.

This was the first time she had ever felt such a profound sense of loss at someone’s departure. She had always prided herself on being independent, on not needing anyone to make her feel complete. Yet, here she was, crying her heart out over Indra.

As the minutes passed, her sobs gradually subsided, leaving her in a state of exhausted reflection. She lay still, staring at the ceiling, trying to make sense of her emotions. Slowly, realization began to dawn on her. The emptiness she felt wasn't just about missing his presence. It was something deeper, something she had never allowed herself to acknowledge before.

She thought about the way his eyes searched for hers, the warmth of his embrace, and the unspoken promise in his words. She remembered the countless moments they had shared in all these days..

Each memory was tinged with a sweetness she had never truly appreciated until now.

"I think... I think I'm falling in love with him," she whispered to herself, the words both frightening and exhilarating.

It was a realization that shook her to her core, challenging everything she thought she knew about herself. The idea of love had always seemed distant, something that happened to other people. But now, it was her reality, and it was as terrifying as it was beautiful.She sat up, her thoughts racing. Alongside the newfound clarity came a wave of fear. How would Indra react when he found out? Would he feel the same way, or would he see her differently?

The uncertainty gnawed at her, making her heart race with anxiety."What if he doesn't feel the same?" she wondered aloud, the fear evident in her voice.

The thought of opening herself up to potential rejection was daunting. She had always been careful, keeping her emotions in check to avoid getting hurt. But now, with her heart on the line, she felt vulnerable in a way she never had before.Srijita lay back down, hugging her pillow tightly once more. The mixture of love and fear swirled within her, creating a tumultuous storm of emotions. She knew that she couldn't keep these feelings bottled up forever, but the thought of confronting them was overwhelming.

Srijita lay in her bed, clutching her pillow, her mind a whirlwind of emotions.

The phone rang, startling her from her thoughts. Seeing Indra’s name on the screen, her heart skipped a beat.

She hesitated for a moment before answering."Hello?" she said, her voice trembling.

"Hello? Are you there, Srijita?" Indra’s voice came through, sounding concerned."Huh? Actually, I'm feeling unwell," she replied, trying to sound normal but failing as her voice betrayed her emotions.

"What happened? Are you crying?" Indra asked suspiciously, his tone laced with worry.

Gosh, how would she tell him that she was missing him badly?

She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. "No, why would I be crying?" she lied, her voice wavering.

"Oh, I thought you were crying," Indra said, though he didn’t sound entirely convinced.

Desperate to change the subject, she asked, "Did you reach home?""I'm almost there," he replied.

"Then are you talking with me while driving? Are you crazy? Don't you know it's dangerous? I'm hanging up the call," she said quickly, her worry for his safety giving her a momentary reprieve from her own emotions.

Indra laughed, a sound that sent a pang of longing through her. "Okay, okay, don't scold me. I will call you once I reach home."

"Hmm," she responded softly, her heart still aching but feeling a small comfort in his voice.

As she hung up, Srijita lay back down, the phone clutched to her chest. Her mind replayed the conversation, the mix of worry and affection in Indra's voice soothing yet stirring her emotions.

She knew she couldn't keep this to herself forever, but for now, she was content to just hear his voice.

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Will srijita confess her love to him??

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