4 Best Friends. 1 Destination Wedding. 8 Lives. ∞ Memories.
Amulya x Abhimanyu
"Who the fuck do you think you are to order me?" I said with anger raging.
"As long as it is for you, i don't even think twice to become a monster." he smirks, sending...
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I sat on my bed, the clock ticking past evening. The house was still, except for the hum of the city outside. My sketchbook lay open on my lap, but my pencil hadn't moved in ages. My mind was a mess—caught up in my dream project, a community center I'd been designing for months. It was my heart on paper, but it was stealing time from the people I loved.
Lately, I'd been spending more time with my friends, especially after Riya's incident. Her opening up about her family, that dickhead Kartik, and how we all helped her escape—it bonded us forever. Riya's wedding to Vikram was a whirlwind, but it made me respect her even more. Tough times make friendships stronger, don't they? The best break was dinner at Amulya's a week ago. Her family's warmth and our laughter, even with the boys, felt like a reset.
I sighed, closing my sketchbook. I needed air. Barefoot, I walked downstairs. Moonlight flooded the living room, and there sat Grandma in her rocking chair, silver hair glowing, cradling a steaming cup of tea. Her warm eyes met mine.
"Up late, Aarohi?" she asked, her voice soft as a hug.
I sank onto the couch, fidgeting. "Just thinking, Grandma. Work, family—I'm messing it all up."
She leaned closer, her gaze kind. "What's weighing on you, thalli?" (Thalli - a word used to describe daughters showing affection, like beat)
The words spilled out before I could stop them. "This project—it's everything I've dreamed of. But it's consuming me. I barely see Adithya, and I miss our evenings with you and Mamayya. I want to be here, but every time I try, there's another deadline, another detail to fix. I don't know how to make it work." (Mamayya - Father-in-law)
Grandma set her cup down and leaned forward, her eyes crinkling with a smile. "Oh, Aarohi. I see so much of myself in you—chasing dreams, building something meaningful. You know, when I was your age, women didn't have half the chances you do now. I'm so proud of you, watching you turn your passion into reality."
Her words warmed me, but guilt lingered. "But... What about family? I feel like I'm letting you down."
She chuckled, waving a hand. "Nonsense! This is a busy phase, not forever. Your work matters. Mamayya and I are fine—let us handle the house. When this is done, you'll have time for us."
