The wait
Author's pov-
Divya sat on the rooftop of the college building, hugging her knees as she stared at the city lights. The wind was cool against her skin, but the storm inside her was far worse.
She didn't know why she had left like that. Maybe it was instinct- like a wounded animal retreating before it could be hurt more.
Vaani.
The name echoed in her mind. she had known purv had a past, but seeing it infront of her was something else.
The way Vaani looked at him, the way he had gone silent when she appeared-it told Divya more than words ever could.
He still cared.
Didn't he?
She let out a shaky breath, pressing her forehead against her knees.
"Why do you always run?"
Her head snapped up at the sound of his voice.
Purv stood there, hands in his pockets, looking at her with an unreadable expression.
She swallowed. "I don't know."
He sighed, walking closer but not sitting beside her just yet. "I told you before, Divya. If something bothers you, say it."
She bit her lip, looking away. "It's not that simple."
"Then make it simple." His voice was quieter now. "Ask me."
Her heart pounded.
"Do you still love her?"
Purv didn't flinch, but his jaw tightened. He exhaled slowly. "No."
Divya's fingers curled into her sleeves. "Then why did you look at her like that?"
He finally sat down beside her, close enough for their arms to brush. "Because she was a part of my past, Divya. A part that left scars I can't erase overnight."
She turned to him, searching his face. "And what about me?"
His eyes darkened, something heavy flickering in them. "You're different."
"How?" She whispered.
Purv reached out, hesitantly tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear. "Because I'm scared of losing you in a way I wasn't scared of losing her."
Her breath caught. "Why?"
His lips parted as if he wanted to say something, but then he just shook his head, a bitter smile touching his lips. "Because with you.. I don't just care. I feel."
Divya's throat tightened.
He wasn't the type to say things easily. Every word was battle within himself, a fight against the walls he had built for years.
And yet, here he was, trying.
She turned her hand over, palm facing up, slightly offering it to him.
For a moment, he just stared at it.
Then, slowly, his fingers intertwined with hers.
Neither of them spoke.
They just sat there, hands clasped together under the sky.
And for now, that was enough.