I have planned this short story to end it two parts but I guess nothing goes as planned 😭

But I am trying my well to give frequent updates.

For those who wants to have little Playlist for them, listen to, Kabira, Tabah ho gye, Ae dil hai mushkil, Sunn rha hai na tu.

Ruhi stood there for a moment after whispering those last words, her fingers still wrapped around his weak hand, her heart beating unevenly, like it didn’t know whether to stay hopeful or break completely.

She looked at his face, pale under the dim light, and somehow even in that fragile state, he still looked like the same boy she had admired years ago, just quieter, more tired, more distant.

She slowly loosened her grip, not because she wanted to, but because she knew he needed rest. As she turned to leave, trying to gather herself, she forced a small smile that didn’t reach her eyes.