Unspoken truths
Author's pov-
Charvi stood there for a moment, her confidence faltering ever so slightly when purv casually removed her hand from his shoulder. She masked it quickly with a forced smile.
"I'll see you later, purv," she said, her voice still sweet but holding a hint of irritation.
He didn't reply. He didn't even look at her.
Taking the hint, charvi flipped her hair over her shoulder and walked away, her heels clicking sharply against the marble floor.
Silence settled between Divya and purv. The air felt heavier, charged with something unspoken.
Divya exhaled slowly, tapping her pen against her notebook. "She is really your girlfriend, huh?" She said, trying to sound casual, but the question held weight.
Purv's gaze shifted to her, sharp and unreadable. He studied her for a moment before replying. "She's not."
Divya raised an eyebrow. "Could've fooled me."
Purv sighed, leaning back in his chair, crossing his arms. "Our father's are buisness partners. They've known each other for years. I tolerate her because I have to, not because I want to."
Divya wasn't expecting that level of honesty.
"She seems pretty convinced that she is your girlfriend," she pointed out.
"That's her problem."
His tone was indifferent, but there was something else beneath it-something tired.
Divya tilted her head slightly. "And you never corrected her?"
Purv's jaw tightened for a second. "What difference would it make?"
Divya let out a small, humourless laugh. "Wow, you really don't care what people think, do you?"
Purv's lips curved slightly, but it wasn't a smile. "I stopped caring a long time ago."
Something about the way he said it made Divya pause. It wasn't arrogance. It was... Something deeper.
She hesitated before speaking again. "Must be nice."
Purv studied her, catching something in her voice. "You do?"
She shrugged, looking away. "Care too much? Yeah. I do. It's exhausting."
Purv didn't respond right away. He just kept looking at her, like he was trying to figure her out.
After a moment, he leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. "You shouldn't," he said quietly.
Divya glanced at him, meeting his gaze. "Easier said than done."
Something flickered in his expression. A moment of understanding.
Neither of them spoke after that. They just sat there, in the quite, the conversation lingering between them.
Maybe they were both figuring each other out.