A silence that echoes
Author's pov-
The night had been long, but sleep had been short.
Divya lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, the city lights casting faint shadows across her room. She had replayed that conversation in her head more times than she cared to admit.
"She means nothing."
She scoffed, turning to her side, willing herself to push it all away. He didn't deserve space in her mind. Not anymore.
By morning, she had composed herself. A new day, a fresh start.
The invitation had come through work-a charity gala. Another night of buisness mingling, forced smiles, and overpriced champagne. Kaashi had insisted she go. "Networking," she had said. "You need to be seen."
So, she went.
And, ofcourse, fate had a twisted sense of humor.
Purv was there. Again.
Standing across the hall, effortlessly charming the crowd, dressed in another sharp suit that only added to his unapproachable aura.
But she didn't care.
She wouldn't care.
So, she ignored him-just as she had the night before.
Not subtly. Not hesitantly. But with an ease that almost felt real.
She laughed at kaashi's jokes, nodded at buisness conversations, carried herself like she hadn't overheard every word that had come out of purv's mouth the night before.
And once again, purv noticed.
The absence.
The indifference.
He told himself it was nothing. That it didn't matter.
Yet, the longer the went on, the heavier that silence became.
And for the first time in years, purv found himself bothered by something he couldn't control.