Diya POV
It has been more than a week now since I went to the Mahal, and honestly, it feels strange how life suddenly changed without any warning. I wake up every day telling myself that I am fine, that I am busy, that I don’t have time to think about anything else except my exams. But no matter how much I try, my thoughts go back to him again and again. The silence between us has become louder than any argument we ever had. He didn’t call me, didn’t message me, didn’t even try to know if I am okay. And I… I also didn’t try. Maybe because I was waiting. Maybe because I wanted him to come first. Or maybe because I was scared that if I talk to him, I will lose whatever little control I have left on my heart.
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