Reyansh Carter
Ihave been trying to get rid of this feeling ever since Chhavi talked her nonsense to me, but the thing is, her words scared me.
Ever since that conversation, I have felt like Aisha is going away. It only sucks that she will be in the presence of Chhavi alone, and knowing her, I know she will say some stuff that will make Aisha overthink.
I just hope she doesn’t take her words seriously. I just hope she understands that I love her and that’s the only thing that is constant.
Aisha could sense that something was wrong this morning, and I could have told her what Chhavi said, but that would only ruin her mood. She seemed happy that Chhavi wanted to get her guidance, and I didn’t want to ruin the only chance she had at bonding with her.
I had a hard time focusing on work because despite me checking in withMaaif Aisha was okay, something in my heart said that wasn’t the case.
So instead of overthinking, I called her. She didn’t pick up the first time, increasing my anxiety, but within five minutes she called me back.
“Hi,” she says as soon as I pick up, and her voice instantly calms down my heart.
“Hi,” I say, and my voice comes out breathless.
“Are you okay?” she asks, and I shake my head.
I don’t want her to worry, but what can I do?
“Yes,” I say. “I just called to let you know that I will be leaving in a few minutes.”
“Okay,” she says. “Sounds good to me. I will start getting ready in a few too.”
“Still wearing that red dress?”
“Yes,” she says, and I feel like something is bothering her.
“Did everything go well with you and Chhavi?”
My heart picks up speed as I wait for her response.
“Yes,” she says quickly, and I can tell she isn’t telling me everything. “It was fine. I am glad she is leaving tomorrow.”
“Honestly, me too.”
“Did she say something to you too?” she asks, and I wonder if Chhavi told her anything about our conversation.
There wasn’t anything wrong in it, but I know she won’t tell the parts where she was wrong.
“Not really.”
She stays silent on the other end, and I wait for her to say something else.
“Okay, then. I will get going. I have to get ready.”
“Okay. I love you.”
She hums, and I just wish she would say those words back to me, but I know she will when she feels it is appropriate.
* * *
I sit in front of our apartment for ten minutes before walking inside, and instantly I am greeted with so much chaos.
“What’s going on?” I ask asMaaand Mom sit with their suitcases in the living room.
“We are packing!” They say it together, and I get confused. Packing for what?
