The sound of rain tapping against the window pulled me back to reality. I blinked, realizing I was staring at the same page of my diary for too long. The ink had smudged beneath my fingertips, tracing over words i wished i could rewrite.

I sighed, shutting the diary with a quiet thud and placing it back on the shelf. The past had a way of creeping in, no matter how much I tried to move forward.

Stretching my arms, I glanced around my dimly lit room. The silence was louder than usual tonight, pressing in on like an old, familiar ache.

It's just me now.

I exhaled and stood up, pushing away the memories. There were things to do, responsibilities to face—life didn't wait for heartbreak to heal.

And so, I stepped forward, leaving the past where it belonged and went down stairs.

Papa and Bhai were sitting at the dinner table, deep in conversation. Papa was animated, his hands gesturing as he spoke about something work-related, while Bhai listened, nodding every now and then with a distracted look on his face. 

Mom, as always, was bustling around, helping the servants with the final touches on dinner.

It had always been like this—Mom, ever the pillar of our home, doing everything for the family, from tending to our needs to making sure the house ran smoothly. I admired her strength, but sometimes I wondered if she ever felt overwhelmed by it all.

Papa and Bhai were oblivious, wrapped up in their discussions about office politics and the latest news. It was a daily routine, and as comforting as it was, it felt... distant. It was as if they lived in a world I couldn't quite connect with anymore.

"Shanaya!" Mom called out, her voice breaking through my thoughts. "Come, sit. Dinner is ready."

I smiled softly, walking over to the table. "I'll just grab my plate, Mom."

"Don't be silly," she said with a laugh. "Sit, relax. I'll get it for you."

I sat down at the table, glancing at Papa and Bhai. "So, what's the latest gossip?" I teased, trying to get a reaction out of them.

Bhai smirked but didn't say much, while Papa raised an eyebrow. "Nothing you'd be interested in, my dear," he said, winking at me. "All work, no play."

I chuckled softly, but there was an emptiness in the air, a subtle weight I couldn't shake off. It was as if everything around me continued on without missing a beat, while I stood still, caught between the past and present.

Dinner proceeded like always, the clinking of plates and the hum of conversation filling the air. Bhai, who had been half-listening to the talk, suddenly looked up from his phone and asked, "So, Shanaya, when does college start?"

I paused for a moment, chewing on my food, before swallowing. College. The thought of it was both exciting and terrifying. The beginning of something new, something that would pull me away from everything I had known.

"Next week," I replied casually, trying to hide the flutter of nerves in my stomach. "Orientation is on Monday."

"Good," Papa chimed in, looking proud. "It's a big step, beta. I know you'll do great. You've always made us proud."

His words made me smile, but there was a sense of unease that lingered. The pressure to be perfect, to live up to everyone's expectations—it was always there, like an invisible weight on my shoulders. But I knew I had to push through.

"Are you excited?" Bhai asked, raising an eyebrow, sensing my quiet mood. "Or are you just nervous?"

I forced a smile. "Both, I guess. It's a big change."

Mom placed a dish of butter chicken in front of me, her warm smile softening the atmosphere. "You'll settle in just fine, sweetheart. You've always been strong."

Her words, as comforting as they were, couldn't ease the storm brewing inside me. College was a new chapter, a fresh start, but it also meant leaving behind memories I wasn't sure I was ready to let go of.

Bhai gave me a knowing look, his gaze lingering on me for a second longer than usual. "Well, just don't forget about us when you become all busy with college life."

I chuckled softly. "I promise, I won't forget."

Dinner ended, and the conversation drifted back to mundane topics. As much as I tried to stay engaged, the weight of my thoughts kept pulling me under. It was as though I couldn't focus on anything other than the inevitable change awaiting me.

After a few more minutes of light-hearted conversation, I stood up from the table, excusing myself. "I think I'll head to bed early tonight," I said, giving everyone a quick smile. "I've got a lot to do tomorrow."

"Alright, goodnight, beta," Papa called out, not looking up from his newspaper.

"Goodnight!" Bhai said, his voice light as he went back to scrolling through his phone.

"Sweet dreams," Mom added, her voice soft as she cleared the table.

I made my way upstairs, the quiet of the house settling over me like a blanket. Once I reached my room, I closed the door behind me and sighed, sinking into the comfortable stillness.

I changed into my pajamas, brushed my hair, and walked over to my bed, but before I could lay down, my gaze fell on the small, old photo album on my nightstand.

It's just one look, I thought to myself. I didn't have the strength to resist.

I picked it up and opened it to the first page. The picture of me and Rohan, the two of us laughing on a school trip, instantly flooded me with memories. The laughter, the bond, the feeling that nothing could tear us apart back then.

With a heavy heart, I closed the album and set it back on my nightstand. Focus, Shanaya.

I crawled into bed and turned off the lights, but sleep didn't come. My mind refused to rest, replaying everything that had happened, everything that still lingered. And just like that, I was back there—back in the days before everything changed.

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Flashback Begins

It was one of those late summer nights when the world outside seemed to hold its breath, waiting for the rain to come. Rohan and I had been sitting on the roof of his house, our legs dangling over the edge, talking about everything and nothing at once.

"So," he said, nudging me with his elbow. "Have you thought about what you want to do after school?"

I glanced at him, trying to hide the uncertainty in my eyes. "I don't know. I guess... I guess I'm supposed to go to college, right?"

"Well, duh," he laughed. "But I mean, like, what do you want to study? What's your dream?"

I bit my lip, unsure of what to say. College seemed like a distant world, and the idea of planning for it seemed so overwhelming. "I don't know. I'm still figuring that out."

Rohan turned to face me, his expression softening. "Shanaya, you've always known what you wanted. Don't tell me you're already doubting yourself."

I looked away, my gaze falling on the stars above us. "It's not that I'm doubting myself. It's just... I feel like everything's changing, you know? Like I don't know what the future holds. I don't even know if I'm ready for it."

He shifted closer to me, his hand brushing against mine. "Hey," he said quietly. "You're stronger than you think. You've always had the strength to chase your dreams, Shanaya. Whatever you decide to do, I know you'll be amazing at it."

I turned to him, meeting his gaze. There was something in his eyes—something deeper than I had ever noticed before. "What if I'm not enough?"

He shook his head, his fingers gently tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. "You're more than enough, Shanaya. You're capable of so much more than you give yourself credit for."

I smiled, but there was a lump in my throat. I wanted to believe him, but the uncertainty weighed so heavily on me. "Thanks, Rohan. I just... I just need time to figure it out."

He smiled back, a small, reassuring smile. "You've got all the time in the world. And I'll be here, cheering you on. Always."

Rohan and I sat in comfortable silence for a while, the only sounds being the soft rustle of the wind and the distant hum of the night. The air between us was thick with something unspoken, a closeness that went beyond friendship. As I turned to face him, I found myself inches away from him, his warmth radiating like a pull I couldn't resist.

"You know," Rohan whispered, his voice low and gentle, "sometimes I think we've known each other for so long that I forget where you end and I begin."

My breath hitched in my throat, and I swallowed, not sure what to say to that. We had always been close—best friends, inseparable, sharing everything—but this felt different. There was a tension, a current between us that I couldn't ignore.

I felt his hand brush against mine, and my heart skipped a beat. The touch was light, barely there, but it sent a jolt through me, making every nerve in my body come alive.

Slowly, Rohan moved closer, his face inching toward mine. "Shanaya," he murmured, his voice like a breath against my skin. "I've always been here for you... through everything. And I always will be."

I felt the heat rise in my cheeks as I looked up at him. His dark eyes were full of sincerity, but there was something else there too—something deeper, something that made my pulse quicken. My chest tightened as I realized how much I wanted him to be more than just my best friend.

"Rohan..." My voice faltered, unsure of what to say.

Before I could finish my sentence, he closed the small gap between us, pressing his lips gently to mine. The kiss was soft at first, a hesitant exploration, as though neither of us was sure if we were crossing a line. But then, as if something inside us both snapped, the kiss deepened.

His hand slid behind my neck, pulling me closer, and I let myself fall into it, into him. The world seemed to blur around us, fading into nothing but the warmth of his body, the taste of his lips, the feeling of his heartbeat against mine. It felt like we were the only two people left in the world, existing in this one perfect moment.

I pulled away just enough to catch my breath, my forehead resting against his. "Rohan... what are we doing?"

He smiled, his fingers brushing against my cheek. "I don't know. But it feels right, doesn't it?"

I nodded, my lips trembling with emotion. "Yes," I whispered, my heart swelling. "It feels perfect."

For a few moments, neither of us said anything. We just sat there, in each other's arms, letting the quiet of the night and the connection we shared speak louder than words.

In that moment, everything felt like it had fallen into place. All the doubts, all the fears—they disappeared. It was just us, together, and that was all that mattered.

Flashbacks ends

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