If Our Stars Collide | ?

~ Aanya Ahuja ~

I woke up, almost hoping my life had been nothing but a fleeting nightmare. But reality had a way of being crueler. Every breath I took felt like a burden, a reminder that I existed when I wished I didn't. And every moment of realization—that I was never meant to be loved—felt like a weight pressing down on me, making it harder to keep going.

But still, I stood up, forcing myself to gather the strength I needed to face another day. With each step, I whispered silent affirmations—empty words I wished I could believe. Stepping into the bathroom, I let the cold water engulf me, hoping it would wash away the heaviness clinging to my soul.

After a quick bath, I stepped out, wrapping a towel around myself. I picked a pastel Anarkali suit, the soft fabric feeling like the only comfort I could afford. Braiding my hair loosely, I secured it with a few clips, then adorned myself with a pair of jhumkas, a delicate chain, and bangles that clinked softly against each other. Satisfied with my look, I placed a small bindi on my forehead and let a few drops of perfume linger in the air. 

I reached down, when I saw Amaira. I stared at her dress, which was little inappropriate. "Don't keep evil eye on me," she snapped.

Why would anyone else keep an evil eye on her if she can look at her in the mirror, she is nothing more than an evil. Nevertheless I nodded at her and was about to leave when my mom greeted me with, "You aren't going to the office today, your dad's business clients are coming today."

Why shouldn't I go to my office, it is his clients not mine. "I am going to my office, it's his business not mine" I said as politely as I could. And the next thing I could feel was a sting in my cheek. Everytime I boosted myself with confidence, they would never forget me to remember who I am, where I belonged. 

Not knowing how to oppose them, I went inside the kitchen, silently. I was about to eat when my chachi came gasping, “Excuse me?! Who do you think you are? None of us have eaten yet, and here comes you, who is eating before us. Go and serve,” she shouted. I looked at her, before standing up and serving everyone before I sat down to eat. 

After successfully wasting around 1 hour, I heard a car sound. Guess they have reached. I stood up and fixed my dupatta.

Rohit and Saksi came from their room. I didnt see them since morning. Rohit was in his formal attire while Saksi was in her denim jeans and a cute crop top.

Saksi smiled at me and i smiled back. Saski is the only persn who won't hurt me. She is kind. We will talk sometimes in my room. She wont support me if others abuse me. And I dont blame her cause if she support's me then she will also face the same consequence.