Unspoken wounds
Author's pov-
The party carried on, drowning in expensive champagne, hushed business deals, and the occasional burst of laughter from people pretending they didn't hate each other.
Divya moved through the crowd with practiced ease, keeping her head high and her mask firmly in place. She had already spotted purv twice after their unexpected eye contact, but he never looked in her direction again. Not even once.
Fine. If he could pretend, so could she.
Kaashi and aditya had long since abandoned her to mingle with potential buisness partners, leaving her to wander the great venue alone. She was about to step onto the balcony for some air when a familiar voice froze her in place.
Purv.
She hadn't meant to eavesdrop. She had been walking past a private corner of the hall when she heard him speaking to Rudra.
"It doesn't matter."
Her breath caught in her throat.
"She's just another face in the crowd now," purv continued, his voice calm, detached. "Whatever happened years ago is irrelevant. We were kids back then."
Divya's fists curled into fists at her sides.
"She walked away first, rudra. She made her choices. Now, I don't care anymore."
A cold chuckle followed. Rudra's. "You don't care?" He scoffed. "That's funny, considering how you crushed the glass the moment you saw her."
Silence.
Divya forced herself to breath. To stand still.
She should leave. She should walk away before she heard something that hurt even more.
But she didn't.
"It was nothing," purv finally replied. "She means nothing."
Something inside Divya cracked.
She turned around, her heels clicking sharply against the marble floor as she walked away, shoulders stiff, nails digging into her palms.
Five years ago, those words would have destroyed her.
Now, she told herself they didn't matter.
But deep down, she knew she was lying.