

.ISHQ BADA NACHAVE.
Akshita checked her phone for the third time in five minutes.
7:58 PM.
She smiled nervously and smoothed the maroon colour saree he always teased her about.
āYou look like a poet who lost her pen,ā he once said, admiring with his dark black eyes. āTragic. yet beautiful.ā
Tonight, he said, "I want to celebrate the happiest day of my love with her just her and me, no one else."
She waited. And waited.
8:26 PM. Still nothing.
Her fingers hovered over her phone when it rang ā a familiar number.
Vikrant.
Abhishekās best friend. His only friend, really.
She answered with a smile. āTell your brooding bestie heās late and Iām threatening to eat all the dessert before he arrives.ā
But the voice on the other end wasnāt playful it was like the cold silence before Tsunami.
āAkshita... where are you right now?ā Vikrant asked. His voice was raw, shaky.
āIn the restaurant. Waiting for him.ā
A pause. Long. Too long.
She could hear the wind. Distant traffic. A siren.Thenā
āThereās been an accident.ā
Everything inside her stilled.
āWhat⦠are you saying?ā
āIt was bad, Akshita. I was following him. We were supposed to meet. But heāhe never made it. The car⦠it flipped.ā
āNoā¦ā Her voice cracked. āNo, no. Youāre lying. He was just texting me.ā
āI tried to get to him. I swear, I tried. He was breathing. He said your name. But by the time help cameāā
ābhaiya, where are you now? Which hospital? Iām coming.ā
But silence.
ābhaiya? Hello? Vikrant!!!ā
She screamed.The call dropped.
She stared at the screen. Called back.
No answer.
Called again. Number not reachable.
She tried Abhishekās phone. Straight to voicemail.
She ran out into the street, rain soaking her dress, heart racing, and eyes searching.
That's when her phone rang with a notification from him.her heart raced as she checked it.
A notification just before everything fell apart.
āIF I DONāT SHOW UP TONIGHT, JUST KNOW THIS: I NEVER MEANT TO LOVE YOU. BUT I DID. SO DEEPLY, IT SCARED ME.ā
The last time she ever heard of him.
To be continued.


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