It was not that Aashi didn’t try. But she couldn’t be happy when all her joy had gone away from her, perhaps never to return. And it made her feel mean and selfish, and even more miserable.
And then there was Abhi, calmly displaying the abundance of the virtue Aashi found so impossible even to pretend at.
She had finally come to suspect that Abhi loved her. But that didn’t mean that she was ready to accept his love too. Abhi should have known better. She could not love him. She did not want to love him. And she would not.
She would have liked to simply give a shake to her long curls and dismiss it all as something that was totally Abhi’s problem, not hers. That had always been her way, hadn’t it? But somehow, she couldn’t do that now. Not to Abhi. He said nothing, and yet his very silen
