Isharth an introverted 抖阴社区 writer who escapes his fractured family through his stories, unaware that his first and most loyal reader, Kaushiki has been supporting him from the start. A fearless girl who sees love as a mere illusion, she unknowin...
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Kaushiki stirred awake, stretching her arms lazily before rubbing her sleepy eyes. A soft yawn escaped her lips as she mumbled to herself "Good morning, Kaushiki"
As she blinked away the last traces of sleep, her gaze landed on the tablet lying beside her pillow. It took her a second to recall why it was there, but the moment she did, her eyes widened in excitement. Oh right! She had been waiting for a reply from her favorite author.
Her heart thumped with anticipation as she hastily folded her hands together. "Bholenath ji, please, please, please… aaj author ji ne reply kar diya ho," she whispered fervently, before reaching for her tablet with bated breath.
Unlocking the screen, she tapped on Instagram and navigated straight to her messages. But the moment her eyes fell on the inbox, the hopeful sparkle in them dimmed. Her lips curled into a sad smile as she placed the tablet back on the bed with a sigh.
"Aaj toh author ji ne message dekha bhi nahi" she muttered as disappointment evident in her tone.
But before the melancholy could settle in completely, she shook her head and pouted determinedly "Koi na… aaj nahi toh kal, kabhi toh reply karenge author ji" she reassured herself. Then looking up as if speaking directly to the unseen writer, she added with a dramatic sigh "Par author ji please jaldi kar dena reply"
Isharth stood in front of his mirror, fixing his tie as he prepared for school. Just then Prema entered the room. His lips curved slightly as he turned to greet her.
"Good mo—" He barely got the words out before she changed her direction, walking past him without acknowledgement. Instead, she moved towards Aryansh, her attention solely on him.
Isharth’s smile faltered. His gaze dropped for a brief second before he turned back to the mirror, adjusting his tie with steady hands. But his eyes betrayed him, watching the reflection behind him.
Prema straightened Aryansh’s tie with a warm smile “Arey mera baccha, la main theek kar deti hoon” She deliberately spoke loudly, ensuring Isharth could hear every word.
Aryansh sighed, gently pulling away “Mom mujhe pata hai aap yeh kyun kar rahi ho please chhodiye main kar loonga”
But Prema chuckled, dismissing his protest, and continued adjusting his tie with motherly care.
