Love the way you lie..

memories down the lane💕

Saina's Point of View (POV):

The rain continued to paint a serene picture outside, and as I sipped my ginger tea, the warmth soothed my soul. The words echoed in my mind, "Kehte hain na, dusron ki problems suljatey suljatey, life kab aapko problem mein daal de... you never know..." How true that was, as I found myself entangled in my own web of memories and emotions. Every time I connect with any of my college friends, it only reminds me of him.

It was just a crush, a fleeting attraction, but it had left a profound mark on my heart. No one else knew about this but me and him, and that was both a comfort and a burden.

As I gazed out of the window, my heart filled with nostalgia. The memories took me back to my first day of college, where it all began. His smile had sent my heart into a frenzy, and his husky voice had the power to silence my racing thoughts. Those hazel eyes had been impenetrable, revealing nothing of what lay behind them. His mysterious nature only deepened my fascination.Sometimes how you feel doesn't know that someone else also feels the same. It was lust for him, only lust. I'm not convinced, but I don't hate him either. It's just that he's more focused on his life; after all, he's now an Indian Army officer. It's just a beautiful past, a chapter of my life that I'll cherish forever, even if it was never meant to be.

I collapsed onto my couch, utterly drained from the day at the office. Just when I thought I could finally unwind, my phone chimed with an incoming call. It was Ridaanshi, one of my college friends. I picked up, and her excitement was palpable even through the phone. 

She had some big news to share – she was getting married. I couldn't help but share in her joy; it was genuinely heartwarming. And for Khwahish too, this was good news. I knew she had a soft spot for Armaan sir. Love has its way of creeping in, no matter how much you try to avoid it. Even though he could be a total jerk, there's no denying that love is a force to be reckoned with – blind, all-encompassing, and unpredictable.

After mulling it over for a while, I decided to give my mom a call to let her in on the news about Ridaanshi's impending wedding. However, as expected, the conversation took a sudden turn. Indian mothers and their fixation on marriage – it was as predictable as the sunrise. 

My mom launched into her well-practiced monologue, full of concern about my marital status. It didn't matter that I was focused on my career, building my life on my terms. For her, the ultimate milestone was marriage.

I sighed as I listened to her words, a mixture of frustration and amusement bubbling up within me. In her eyes, marriage was the be-all and end-all, the grand finale of a successful life. It was almost comical how her tone shifted from Ridaanshi's happiness to a fervent plea for me to consider my own wedding prospects.

 Despite my exasperation, I couldn't help but smile at her determination. It was a dance we'd been doing for years – her push for marriage, and my efforts to redirect the conversation.

As I hung up the phone, I couldn't help but wonder how life would unfold. Ridaanshi's excitement and my mother's insistence had sparked a cascade of thoughts. Love, marriage, careers – they were all threads in the intricate tapestry of life. 

And as much as I resisted being swept up in my mother's matrimonial dreams, I knew that the winds of change could blow in unexpected directions. For now, though, I'd let the warmth of Ridaanshi's news and the gentle rain outside lull me into a sense of calm, even if it was just for a little while.

My heart leapt in surprise when I heard he would be there too. The news caught me off guard, and a rush of emotions surged through me. I was taken aback by my own reaction – why was I feeling this way? I needed to calm down. 

It shouldn't matter whether he shows up or not. I can handle it, right? After all, I shouldn't let his presence dictate my emotions.

I took a deep breath, attempting to rationalize my thoughts. Why was I allowing this to affect me so much? I needed to remind myself that I was in control. Who's to say he hasn't moved on? Maybe he has, and maybe I should too. 

But then again, from his perspective, what we had might have been just a passing moment. It's possible that he never attached any significance to it.

I rolled my eyes playfully, trying to shake off my worries. Captain Malhotra, the charmer, the heartthrob – he probably had his pick of the litter. 

I couldn't imagine a scenario where he wasn't committed to someone. After all, who could resist his charisma? He was the type of person who could easily sweep anyone off their feet.

As a grin tugged at my lips, I reminded myself that I was overthinking this whole thing. Whatever we had shared was in the past, and it was time to let go of any lingering attachments. The rain outside continued its gentle rhythm, serving as a backdrop to my introspection. 

I made a silent promise to focus on the present, to relish in Ridaanshi's happiness, and to face whatever comes my way with a composed demeanor. Captain Malhotra's charm might be undeniable, but my self-assuredness was my own strength.

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