Evening

— Advay’s POV🩷

Phone vibrated.

Unknown number.

Normally main ignore kar deta,

par pata nahi kyun…

iss baar call uthaya.

“Hello?”

Dusri taraf awaaz thodi weak thi.

“Main… Aarohi ke papa bol raha hoon.”

Mera posture turant change ho gaya.

“Ji uncle?”

“Beta… meri tabiyat thik nahi chal rahi,”

unhone dheere se kaha.

“Doctor ne kuch din rest bola hai.

Aarohi ko yahan rehna padega… thode time ke liye.”

Meri ungli phone par tight ho gayi.

Kitna time?

“Ek hafta… shayad thoda aur,”

woh bole.

“Usse kehna mat zyada tension le.

Par mujhe uski zarurat hai.”

Main samajh raha tha.

Bilkul samajh raha tha.

“Uncle,”

maine calmly kaha,

“main abhi Aarohi ko ghar drop kar deta hoon.

Aap bilkul tension mat lijiye.”

Call cut hua.

Par mere andar

kuch heavy sa baith gaya.

Aarohi’s POV🩷

Main chup thi.

Unhone mujhe bataya

aur main sirf saamne dekh rahi thi.

Papa.

Ek hafta.

Advay ne steering pakdi hui thi

par unka focus baar-baar meri taraf ja raha tha.

“Kya hua?”

unhone poocha.

“Chup kyun ho?”

“Papa ki awaaz…”

meri awaaz halki ho gayi.

“thik nahi lag rahi thi.”

Unhone kuch nahi kaha.

Bas car thodi tez kar di.

Jaise woh mujhe

jitni jaldi ho sake

mere papa tak pahunchana chahte ho.

Car ruk gayi.

Gate ke bahar hi.

Unhone engine band kiya

par seatbelt nahi kholi.

Main bhi nahi utri.

Kuch seconds

bas silence thi.

Phir unhone bola—

“Roz call karunga.”

Main unki taraf dekhi.

“Subah bhi,”

unhone add kiya,

“aur raat ko bhi.”

“Meri class miss mat karna,”

woh thoda sa smile kiye

“Sirf isliye ki main nahi hoon.”

“Mujhe aata hai handle karna,”

maine halki si smile ke saath kaha.

Par woh jaante the—

main sirf strong ban rahi hoon.

Unhone haath badhaya

aur mere baal

kaano ke piche set kiye.

“Aapna dhyan rakhna,

”

woh dheere se bole.

“Doctor ke saath jaogi.

Time par khana.

Aur…”

Unki awaaz thodi soft ho gayi.

“…zyada brave banne ki zarurat nahi.”

Meri aankhen bhar aayi

par main royi nahi.

“Main call karungi,”

maine kaha.

Unhone sirf ek baar

meri taraf dekha—

jaise uss nazar mein

ek hafta ka patience bhar diya ho.

“Jaao,”

unhone finally kaha.

“Main yahin hoon.”

Main utri.

Gate khola.

Mud kar dekha—

woh abhi bhi wahi baithe the.

Jaise jab tak main andar na chali jaun

woh wahan se hilenge nahi.

Advay POV 🩷

Ghar aa gaya tha.

Par ghar…

ghar jaisa lag nahi raha tha.

Her side of the bed—

empty.

Her laugh—

missing.

Maine phone uthaya.

Uska message already tha.

Little wifey 🤍:

Reached. Papa so gaye hain.

Aapne khana khaya?

Maine screen dekhi

aur exhale kiya.

One week.

Sirf ek hafta.Par pehli raat hi

itni khaali lag rahi thi.

Arohi pov ,🩷

Papa so gaye the.

Main balcony mein khadi thi

phone haath mein.

Uska last message padh rahi thi.

Aapna dhyan rakhna.

Maine aankhen band ki.

Ek hafta hi toh hai,

maine khud se kaha.

Par dil…

dil already unki aadat daal chuka tha.

Advay pov 💛

College corridors felt… wrong today.

Too loud.

Too empty.

Same white walls, same notice boards, same students rushing for lectures—

but something was missing.

Her.

One week.

Just one stupid week.

I adjusted

my watch unconsciously, habit se—

jaise woh abhi aakar bolegi,

“Sir, aaj aap late ho gaye.”

My cabin door was open, but my mind wasn’t here.

Her chair—empty.

Front row. Left side.

She always sat there.

Not because she was sincere—

but because she liked disturbing me from the closest possible distance.

My phone vibrated.

Little wifey 🩷

“Reached college.”

That was it.

No emoji.

Just three words.

I leaned back on my chair, closed my eyes.

God, I miss my little wife.

I miss the way she walks into class like she owns it.

The way she taps her pen when she’s bored.

The way she smiles when she knows she’s about to get on my nerves.

One week and the house feels hollow.

The bed feels too big.

Even silence feels louder.

I typed—

“Lunch?”

Three dots appeared.

Disappeared.

Appeared again.

“Aap free ho?”

A soft smile tugged my lips.

“Always for you.”

Arohi POV

Physics block ke stairs chadhte waqt hi

dil ajeeb sa ho raha tha.

College same tha.

Log same the.

Par woh feel—missing thi.

Normally main class mein jaate hi

unhe dekh kar internally bolti hoon—

Aaj toh aap gaye, professor sahab.

Aaj…

sirf ek empty chair thi cabin ke bahar.

Maya ne elbow se poke kiya.

“Tu aaj chup kyun hai? Tabiyat theek hai?”

“Mmm… haan,”

maine jhooth bol diya.

Sach yeh tha—

main unhe dekhna chahti thi

par saamne jaakar nahi.

Door se.

Thoda sa.

Jaise aadat ko dheere-dheere sambhal rahi hoon.

Phone vibrated.

Professor sahab 🩷

Lunch?

Mere lips automatically curve ho gaye.

God, why does he have this effect on me?

“Aap free ho?”

Unka reply aaya—

Always for you.

Dil ek second ke liye bhool gaya

ki hum college mein hain.

Advay POV 🩷

I waited.

Students passing by,

staff gossiping,

but my focus was fixed.

Then I saw her.

White kurti.

Hair tied loosely.

Eyes tired—but beautiful.

She didn’t look at me immediately.

Typical Arohi.

I stood up.

Closed the cabin door behind her.

Lock nahi kiya.

Bas shut.

“Idhar aao,”

maine softly kaha.

She walked slowly, eyes lowered.

I noticed everything—

dark circles, dry lips,

that slight slump in her shoulders.

“Lunch nahi khaya?”

I asked.

She shook her head.

I opened the lunchbox I’d brought.

Her favourite.

She looked up, shocked.

“Aapne banaya?”

“Haan,”

I said simply.

I sat on the chair and gently pulled her wrist.

“Baitho.”

She hesitated.

Then sat—

on my lap.

God.

The way she fits there—

like she was made for that space.

I picked up a spoon, brought it to her lips.

“Aa.”

She frowned.

“Aap cabin mein—”

“Mujhe mat sikhao,”

I whispered.

“Main professor hoon.”

She smiled.

That soft, dangerous smile.

I fed her slowly.

Her fingers gripped my shirt slightly,

as if grounding herself.

I leaned my forehead against her temple.

“I miss you little wifey”

I said quietly.

Arohi POV 🩷

Bas.

Bas yahi sunna tha.

“I miss you.”

Mera dil literally pighal gaya.

“Aise mat bolo,”

maine slowly kaha.

“Phir aur mushkil ho jaata hai.”

Unka haath meri kamar par thoda sa tight ho gaya.

“Mushkil toh waise bhi hai,”

he murmured.

“You’re not home.”

rested my head on his shoulder.

Sirf kuch seconds ke liye.

Par duniya ruk si gayi.

Unhone meri forehead par ek soft kiss di.

Phir cheek ke paas.

Phir—

woh familiar warmth near my jaw.

Mera saans thoda uneven ho gaya.

“Advay…”

maine unka naam pehli baar aise liya—

bina sir, bina hesitation.

He froze.

Then whispered,

“Arohi… college hai.”

“Mujhe pata hai,”

maine aankhen band karke kaha.

“Bas… thodi der.”

Advay POV 🩷

Her voice.

When she says my name like that—

it unravels me.

I wanted to kiss her properly.

Wanted to forget everything else.

But I didn’t.

Because control—

that’s how I love her.

I adjusted her hair,

pressed a kiss on her forehead again.

“Class ke liye late ho jaogi,”

I said gently.

She pulled back, pouting.

“Professor sahab,”

she said in her mischievous tone,

“aaj aapki class bunk karne ka plan hai.”

My eyebrow lifted.

“Oh?”

I smirked.

“Saath mein conspiracy bhi?”

She nodded seriously.

“Hey Kanha ji,”

she whispered dramatically,

“bas unhe pata na chale maine unki class jaan-boojh ke bunk ki.”

I laughed.

Actual laugh.

God, I’ve missed this.

“Jaao,”

I said, tapping he

r nose.

“But punishment pending hai.”

Her eyes sparkled.

“At home?”

she teased.

I leaned closer.

“Obviously.”

She stood up, fixed her dupatta,

and before leaving—

she turned back.

“I’ll call tonight,”

she said softly.

I watched her walk out.

My cabin felt empty again.

.

But this time—

the distance didn’t hurt as much.

Because now I knew—

She missed me too.

Thankyou everyone

Bye bye take care

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