Silent Confessions
Author Pov : ??????
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Aarav lay on his back, eyes wide open .The room smelled faintly of lavender and expensive perfume Aditi’s. The heater hummed softly, filling the silence with artificial warmth.
But the warmth beside him was undeniable. Real. Present. Her hair spilled across the pillow, brushing his arm. She looked peaceful. Safe. Certain.
Aarav turned his head slowly and looked at her.For a moment just a moment he allowed himself to believe this was enough.
That this was what moving on looked like.That love could be replaced with comfort.
His chest tightened.
He reached for his phone on the bedside tabl. The screen lit up, harsh and sudden in the dim room.
One notification.
One name.
Meera.
His jaw clenched instantly.He didn’t open it.Not yet.
He already knew what it would say. Meera never sent long messages anymore.
Not after everything. Just simple ones. Soft ones. The kind that didn’t demand anything but still managed to break him.
Then he tapped.
Happy Christmas, Aarav…
Please come back for me.
I’ll always wait.
Your Meera...
The room felt colder.
Silence pressed down on him, thick and suffocating.
“She’s still waiting even i after said everything…” he murmured under his breath, voice barely audible.
Waiting.Always waiting.
Aditi stirred beside him.
“Hmm?” she whispered sleepily, her voice soft, trusting. “What time is it?”
Panic shot through him.
He locked the phone instantly and placed it face down on the table, as if hiding it could erase the truth.
“Nothing .Go back to sleep. It’s early."he said quickly. “
She shifted closer, her hand brushing his arm. “You didn’t sleep .”
she murmured, half-asleep.You’re tense again.”
“I’m fine,” he replied too fast.
She hummed softly, unconvinced but too tired to argue, and turned away, her back facing him now.
“This is what I chose. I chose this life. I chose to stay with Aditi not Meer.” he told himself quietly.
He swung his legs off the bed and stood, pulling on a shirt without buttoning it properly.
Walking toward the window, he pushed the curtain aside.
The city looked alive.
Indifferent. Unbothered by the war raging inside his chest.
He slipped his phone back into his pocket, but the message burned there.
His reflection stared back at him from the glass older, sharper, more successful… and somehow emptier.
“What am I doing?” he whispered to no one.
Behind him, Aditi shifted again, calling his name softly in her sleep.
“Aarav…”
He closed his eyes.
Aarav?” Aditi’s voice came, sleep-heavy, warm. “Why are you standing there like that?”
He didn’t answer immediately.
“Aarav?” she called again, a little louder now.
He straightened, forcing his shoulders to relax, his face to soften. When he turned, he wore the version of himself she knew the calm one.
“Nothing,” he said lightly.
“Couldn’t sleep.” he ask her.
She pushed herself up on her elbows, hair messy, eyes still half-closed. “You’ve been awake since when?"
“A while.”He shrugged.
She studied him for a second, then smiled faintly. “Then come here.”
He didn’t move.
Instead, he cleared his throat. “What do you want for breakfast?”
The question caught her off guard.
She blinked. “Breakfast?”
“Yes,” he said.
“My class starts late today. I’ll make something. What does my girl want?” he said while walking back toward the bed now, standing beside it.
The words did their job.
Aditi’s cheeks warmed instantly. She pulled the duvet up to her chin, suddenly shy. “You’re distracting me on purpose.”
He smirked. “Is it working?”
She laughed softly and swung her legs off the bed while wearing his shirt. “Maybe.”
She stood, stretching slightly, then looked at him through her lashes.
“Whatever you make. I trust you.”
“Dangerous choice,” he teased.
“You remember the burnt toast incident.”he said.
“That was one time,” she protested, grabbing her brush from the table.
“And you’re exaggerating. I still have trauma,” he said solemnly.
She shook her head, smiling, and walked toward the mirror, brushing her hair. Aarav leaned against the doorframe, watching her reflection.
The way she focused, the way her lips curved unconsciously.
“Stop staring,” she said without looking at him.
“Can’t,” he replied.
“You’re cute when you’re half awake.”
She turned to him, mock-annoyed. “Flattery won’t save you if breakfast is bad.”
He stepped closer, cupped her face gently, and pressed a soft kiss to her lips slow, familiar, warm.
“Go freshen up,” he murmured against her forehead. “I’ll handle the food.”
She nodded, still smiling, and disappeared into the bathroom.
The kitchen filled with quiet sounds oil heating, eggs cracking, the low hum of the kettle. Cooking had always been his way of thinking without thinking.
He was flipping an omelette when arms slipped around his waist from behind.
Aditi rested her cheek against his back. “Smells good.”
“You’re supposed to be getting ready,” he said, though he didn’t pull away.
“I am,” she replied. “This is emotional preparation.”
He chuckled softly. “You’re going to be late.”
“I have time,” she said.
Then, after a pause, quieter, “I like mornings like this.”
“Me too,” he said, even though something in his chest tightened as he did.
She loosened her hold and came to stand beside him. “You seem… calmer today.”
“Do I?” he asked, plating the food.
She nodded. “Yeah. Like you slept well.”
He didn’t answer that.
They sat across from each other, sunlight slipping in through the window now. The table felt small. Intimate.
“This is actually good,” she said after a bite, surprised. “I’m impressed.”
“High praise,” he replied dryly.
She smiled, then checked the time on her phone. “I should go. Class.”
He stood with her. “I’ll walk you to the go with you in door way ."
At the doorway, she adjusted her scarf, then hesitated. “You’ll be here when I’m back?”
“Yes,” he said. “My classed are later.”
She smiled, satisfied, and kissed his cheek. “Don’t miss me too much."
“I’ll try,” he said.
She laughed and left. The door closed softly behind her.
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Morning sunlight filtered gently through the curtains of the maid’s quarters.
Meera stood in front of the mirror, tying her hair neatly. Her eyes looked tired but determined.
Rani peeked in, chewing on a biscuit.
“You’re up early.”
“I couldn’t sleep,” Meera replied softly.
Rani raised an eyebrow. “Thinking about… him?”
Meera paused, then smiled faintly. “I’m thinking about my future.”
Rani didn’t argue.
After finishing her chores, Meera picked up her bag, took a deep breath, and walked toward the main house.
Her steps slowed outside Mrs Janvi Oberoi’s room.
Janvi sat near the large window in the living room, a porcelain cup cradled in her hands.
A soft knock broke the silence.
“Yes?” Janvi called without looking up.
“Ma’am…It’s Meera. May I come in?”” a hesitant voice followed.
Janvi looked up immediately, her expression softening. “Of course, beta. Come in."
Meera stepped inside slowly, closing the door behind her with care. Her hands were folded nervously in front of her, fingers twisting slightly at the edge of her dupatta.
“I was thinking…” Meera hesitated, then continued. “After college hours, I want to take up a part-time job.”
Janvi lowered the newspaper slightly. “A job?”
“Yes, Ma’am,” Meera said quickly.
“Just something small. I don’t want to trouble you anymore.”
Janvi studied her carefully. Not the words but the strength behind them.
“You’ve never been a trouble,” Janvi said gently. “Not even once.”
“I know,” Meera replied with a small, respectful smile. “And I’m thankful. Truly. But… I need to learn how to manage my life myself.”
There it was.
Not rebellion.
Independence.
Janvi set her tea aside. “What kind of work are you thinking of?”
“Library assistant… or tutoring juniors,” Meera replied.
“Something that won’t affect my studies.”
Janvi nodded slowly. “You’ve thought this through.”
Meera nodded. “I had to.”
A quiet moment passed between them.
“You can work.I trust you.” Janvi said finally.
“Thank you, Ma’am.That means a lot.” she said softly.
Meera stood up, adjusting her bag, preparing to leave. She had almost reached the door when Janvi’s voice stopped her.
“Meera…”
The way Janvi said her name soft, careful made Meera turn back.
Janvi hesitated, then asked quietly, “Is everything okay in your life?”
That one simple question cracked something open.
For a second, Meera felt her throat tighten painfully. Her vision Aarav’s laughter echoing through these halls, promises whispered under the stars, late-night phone calls that had slowly turned into silence.
She remembered waiting.
Waiting for messages. Waiting for explanations. Waiting for someone who had once sworn he’d never leave.
She wanted to tell her everything.
How her son had promised her forever.How he had forget without looking back.How silence hurt more than rejection ever could.
Her lips parted.Then she stopped.
If she spoke now, she would break.
And Meera had decided she wouldn’t break in this house.
She smiled instead soft.
“Yes, Ma’am . Everything is fine."she said.
Janvi wasn’t convinced.
“If you ever need anything, you know you can come to me. For anything.”” Janvi said gently.
Meera nodded, unable to trust her voice anymore. “I know.”
Before Janvi could say anything else, Meera turned quickly and walked out.
Janvi’s phone rang.
“Aarav.”
She answered immediately. “Beta.”
“Yes?” Aarav said.
Janvi’s voice came through immediately.“Are you awake, Aarav?”
“Yes, Ma.” he said.
A pause.
“I was just about to call you."
She smiled faintly.“Liar. You never call first.”
He exhaled softly.“Maybe today was the exception.”
“Then I should frame this day,” she said lightly.
“How was Christmas?” she asked.
He leaned back against the table, eyes drifting to the window.
“Quiet. Different.” he said.
“Different can be good,” Janvi said.
“Were you alone?”
“No,” he replied. “Not really.”
She waited.
“And now?” she asked.
“Now I am.” he said.
Then Janvi asked, carefully,
“Is your girlfriend with you right now?”
Aarav glanced instinctively toward the door Meera had exited through.
“No. She left earlier.”he said.
“Oh.” Janvi’s fingers tightened slightly around the phone. “Did you fight?”
“No,” he replied quickly. “She had class.”
Janvi hummed softly, unconvinced but quiet.
Then, after a moment.
Janvi’s fingers tightened around the phone.“Did she leave upset?"
“No,” Aarav said quickly. “She understands.”
Janvi didn’t respond immediately.
“And you?” she asked. “Do you understand?”
Aarav frowned slightly.“Understand what?”
“ leave it .When you’re coming back,” she said.
He hesitated only a second.“Not soon. A few years, at least.”
Janvi looked toward the hallway, where the house stood silent and still.
“I keep thinking I hear your footsteps,” she said softly.
Aarav swallowed.
“I’m building something here, Ma.”
“I know. I just wish you’d build it closer.”she replied.
Another pause.
“ Do you know your sister avoids me lately,” Janvi added.
“She doesn’t talk to me properly these days.”.” she said.
“She’s sensitive,” Aarav said. “She’ll grow out of it.”
Janvi closed her eyes.
“She’s growing into something,” she murmured. “I’m just not sure what.”
Aarav checked the time on his phone.
“Ma, I have to go soon.”
“Of course,” she said. Then, gently.
“Are you happy?” . She asked.
The question caught him off guard.
“Yes,” he said after a moment. “I think so.”
Janvi nodded, though he couldn’t see it.
“Then take care of yourself,” she said.
“I’ll call again.” he said.
“I’ll wait,” she replied.
The call ended.
Janvi lowered the phone slowly.
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