The day Everything Changed
545 Words
Jaipur.
Final year.
Everything was changing.
But they didn’t know—
someone had already seen everything.
—
“Bas 5 minutes,” Ivara whispered on call.
“Main aa rahi hoon.”
Parth smiled.
“Main wait kar raha hoon.”
—
That night—
they met near the side gate.
Quiet.
Hidden.
Safe.
Or at least—
they thought so.
—
“Missed you,” Parth said softly.
Ivara rolled her eyes.
“Drama mat kar.”
But she smiled.
And that was enough.
—
They walked a little ahead.
Talking.
Laughing.
Like always.
—
“I don’t want this to end,” Ivara said suddenly.
Her voice softer.
More real.
Parth looked at her.
“It won’t.”
He said it like a promise.
—
And then—
a car stopped.
At a distance.
Lights off.
Engine silent.
—
Inside—
Mr. Dsena sat still.
Watching.
—
His eyes didn’t show anger.
Didn’t show shock.
—
They showed understanding.
Cold.
Clear.
Dangerous.
—
“So it’s true…” he murmured.
His gaze fixed on Parth.
Dobreal.
—
Years of rivalry.
Hatred.
History.
—
And now—
his daughter.
—
He didn’t step out.
Didn’t interrupt.
Didn’t react.
—
He just watched.
Memorizing everything.
—
The way she smiled.
The way she looked at him.
The way they stood close—
like nothing else mattered.
—
And in that moment—
he made a decision.
—
This ends.
Now.
—
Inside the car—
his expression hardened.
But his mind—
was calm.
Calculated.
—
“No drama,” he whispered to himself.
“No mistakes.”
—
Because breaking love—
was easier when the person didn’t realize it was being broken.
—
Next morning—
everything was normal.
Too normal.
—
“Ivara, breakfast,” her mother called.
She walked in casually.
Arohi already sitting.
Sagar scrolling his phone.
Her father reading the newspaper.
—
No tension.
No questions.
Nothing.
—
“Papa, aaj college last day hai,” she said lightly.
He looked up.
Smiled.
“Enjoy it.”
—
Simple.
Calm.
Perfect.
—
But behind that smile—
a plan had already begun.
—
Later that day—
Mr. Dsena sat in his office.
Phone in hand.
“Mr. Singhania…”
His voice polite.
Controlled.
“I think it’s time we discuss the proposal.”
—
Pause.
—
“Yes… my daughter.”
—
A faint smile appeared.
—
“Let’s move forward.”
—
Call ended.
—
And just like that—
Ivara’s future was decided.
—
Without her knowing.
—
That evening—
Ivara sat with her friends.
Ruhi.
Paras.
Arbaaz.
Nikhil.
Sam.
—
“Guys… yeh last day hai,” Ruhi said, already emotional.
“Don’t start,” Paras groaned.
“Main ro dunga.”
—
“Tu toh waise bhi ro deta hai,” Sam laughed.
—
Arbaaz looked at Parth.
“Bhai, ab kya plan hai?”
Parth smirked slightly.
“Simple.”
He glanced at Ivara.
“Life.”
—
She looked back at him.
And smiled.
—
Neither of them knew—
that someone had already planned their ending.
—
And the worst part?
—
It wouldn’t break suddenly.
—
It would break slowly.
Silently.
Perfectly.
—
Just the way Mr. Dsena wanted.
- Writer
