I think my heart is going to explode from happiness!

I can't believe I'm finally going to see him after eight long years. The energy and joy bubbling through me are beyond words.

I still vividly remember how he held my hand before going to the airport-the promise he made feels like an unbreakable bond. He was on my mind every single day, and he has no idea how much I've waited for this moment. I can't wait to hold his hand again and share everything that's happened over the past five years.

Will he listen to me like he used to? Will he hold my hand the same way? Will he look at me the way he did before?

So many questions swirl in my mind, sending a shiver down my spine. Oh God, I feel like I'm going a bit mad! But deep down, I know the answer to all my questions is, "Of course he will!"

"Why wouldn't he? He is my Avi."

As my mind races with imagined scenarios, I find myself fidgeting with the hem of my dupatta, a smile plastered across my face. I can't help it-I'm just so happy! I guess I'm a bit of an idiot, but I wouldn't have it any other way.

"Elaina, come down"

My thoughts came to a halt when I heard Mama calling me. I quickly went downstairs to see what she wanted.

"Yes, Mamma," I said, smiling as I walked towards her.

"Beta, go ask Shahmeer what he wants for breakfast. You know how picky he is," mamma sighed, making me chuckle.

"Sure, Mama. I'll go ask him," I replied, heading toward his room.

I knocked on his door and slid inside, calling his name.

"Oh, nakhre noor jahan, uth jao!"

"Oh, drama queen, wake up!" I playfully hit him on the head with a pillow.

"Aj bhi agayin, mujhe laga aj nahi aaogi kyunke aj toh boht khush hogi tum"

"Why are you here again? I was hoping today you'd forget about me, as you must so happy today," he groaned, covering his head with the pillow.

My eyes widened in disbelief, and a blush crept onto my cheeks as I hit him again.

Utho sharafat se or mjhe batao nashte mein kya khaoge,

"Get up immediately and tell me what you want for breakfast!"

"usey khaunga"

"I'll eat her," he said shyly, burying his face in the pillow once more.

"What the hell?" I exclaimed, shocked, and yelled at him.

"Chilla mat chudail"

"Don't shout." He finally sat up, looking at me with an incredulous expression.

"Be a good sister and tell Mama I want aloo paratha today," he said, stretching his arms before heading to the washroom. I stared at him, still in disbelief.

"Besharam," I muttered under my breath as I stormed out of his room.

I told Mama what Shahmeer had requested and then went into my own room. ........

As I sat in my room, doing nothing and just passing the time, it felt like time had come to a standstill. Why doesn't it move quickly when I want it to? On ordinary days, it could already be night by now. Ugh.

I'm exhausted from doing absolutely nothing. I should study, but what for? My exams just ended. Maybe I could read a book... but I do not feel like reading anything specific.

Perhaps I should just sleep. It feels like the only escape from this endless boredom.

But once again, sleep was nowhere near my eyes. I couldn't even manage a blink; my mind was consumed with thoughts of him. My heart surged with an unknown excitement as time passed. How he looked, I couldn't say, and you must be wondering why I didn't know.

I had been in contact with him for five years. We talked regularly, and sometimes we even video called. But suddenly, after those five years, his calls became infrequent. He always seemed busy when I tried to reach out, and eventually, I decided to stop calling altogether. I waited, hoping he would reach out to me, but he never did.

At first, I was upset. How could he forget me so easily? But then I remembered how busy he seemed, and I tried to rationalize it.

"Let him come back, just once," I muttered under my breath, feeling a mix of longing and frustration. "I'll tell him how it feels to be forgotten."

.............

I approached the window as I saw a car stopping in front of the house. My heart raced, and I dashed down the stairs to meet him. I hurried through the halls, nearly tripping over the carpet, but I managed to steady myself and sprint toward the lounge.

I had waited eight long years to see him, to meet him-and now, I couldn't bear to wait another moment.

As I entered the lounge, I saw him standing at the doorstep, radiating a presence that felt both familiar and foreign. He was no longer the boy I remembered; he had transformed into a well-built man. My heart swelled with anticipation, his mother infront of him holding a plate of aarti. He touched her feet,

My eyebrows piqued with confusion when I noticed he didn't step inside. Instead, he lingered at the threshold, but his gaze remained fixed on the ground, as if he were grappling with something heavy.

He raised up his eyes and looked at everyone in the lounge and When our eyes finally met, time seemed to freeze for me. In his gaze, I saw an unsettling mix of emotions-guilt, sadness. My heart sank.

"Is he sad about coming back?" Questions raced through my mind, but they all vanished when a girl stepped inside and stood beside him.

Who was she?

He turned his attention to us, his voice cutting through the air Loud and clear but what if i don't want to hear what he was about to say

"Everyone, meet her. She is my wife, shanaya." and that's it, i lost it

In that moment, my world shattered. I searched his face desperately for any sign that he was lying, but there was nothing.

The breath was knocked out of my lungs as I felt Shahmeer's arm wrap around my shoulder, trying to hold me up, but I couldn't bear it. My hands trembled uncontrollably.

How could he do this to me? The pain was unbearable, a raw ache that pierced through every hope I had clung to over the years. The dreams I had nurtured for so long disintegrated in an instant, leaving me standing in the ruins of a love that felt like a lifetime ago.

My eyes blurred with tears, the weight of betrayal pressing down on my chest like a stone. My heart felt like it had shattered, every bit of courage I had crumbling into dust. I was falling, and I could sense all eyes on me, including his.

I felt Shahmeer wrapping his arms around me, steadying me as I teetered on the brink, I caught a glimpse of him, holding his wife's hand, leading her away into his room.

A deep, suffocating darkness closed in around me, swallowing everything whole. I felt a raw ache in my chest, a mix of anger and despair, as the reality of it all settled in. How could he? How could he betray me like this? My breath hitched, and I could barely keep my eyes open, the world around me fading into shadows and the darkness engulfed me

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Your author, Angel~