When words aren't enough
Author's pov-
Divya didn’t know how long she stood there after Purv left. His words still lingered in the air, wrapping around her like an invisible force she couldn’t shake off.
"Then let me help you figure it out."
Her fingers clenched into fists. Why did he have to say things like that? Why did he have to look at her like she was the only thing in his world?
She had spent five years learning how to exist without him. She had built walls, convinced herself that love—at least the kind she had for Purv—was something that needed to be buried. So why… why was he digging it all up again?
A sharp knock on her door broke her thoughts.
With a deep breath, she pulled it open, expecting Kaashi. But instead, she found a delivery guy holding a bouquet of jasmine flowers—her favorite.
“Delivery for Divya.”
She stared at the flowers, hesitation flickering in her eyes. “Who sent them?”
The guy checked his phone. “There’s no name, just a message.” He handed her a small envelope.
With slightly trembling fingers, she unfolded the note.
"For the girl who still believes she can fight what she feels. Take your time, Divi. I’ll wait. - P"
Her breath hitched.
Purv.
Of course, it was him.
She should have been angry. She should have thrown the flowers away, ignored his attempts. But instead, she found herself pressing the note to her chest, closing her eyes for a brief moment.
This wasn’t the Purv she had known before. The Purv from five years ago would have never waited, never given her the space to think.
And that scared her more than anything.
—
Purv sat in his car, gripping the steering wheel. He had no idea if Divya would accept the flowers, if she would even read the note.
But this time, he wasn’t going to push her. He had done that before, and it had only driven her further away.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you like this.”
Purv glanced to his side, finding Rudra smirking at him from the passenger seat.
“I don’t think I’ve ever been like this,” Purv admitted.
Rudra leaned back, arms crossed. “So, what’s the plan? Gonna send her a hundred bouquets until she forgives you?”
“No,” Purv said, eyes still on the road ahead. “I’m going to prove to her that I’m not the same guy I was five years ago. She deserves that much.”
Rudra’s smirk softened slightly. “About time, man.”
Purv exhaled. Yeah. About time.
—
That night, Divya lay in bed, staring at the jasmine flowers sitting on her bedside table.
She traced her fingers over the petals, Purv’s words playing over and over in her head.
"I never stopped loving you."
She wanted to believe it. She wanted to let herself fall. But something deep inside her kept whispering— What if he leaves again? What if you break all over again?
Could she survive losing him a second time?
She turned away from the flowers, shutting her eyes.
She wasn’t ready to answer that.
Not yet.