Delhi had always been loud.
But that evening, sitting in the backseat of the cab with Divit beside her, Evaara didn’t mind the noise.
It felt… comforting.
Familiar roads passed by. Streetlights flickered on one by one. The city moved the same way it always had—fast, impatient, alive.
And yet, for Evaara, everything felt slower.
Quieter.
Safer.
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“Thak gayi hogi,” Divit said, glancing at her.
“A little,” she replied, leaning her head back.
“Seedha ghar jaa rahi hai?”
“Haan, masi ke ghar.”
He nodded. “Call kar lena agar kuch bhi chahiye ho.”
She looked at him, a faint smile playing on her lips.
“Tum aa jaoge na?”
It was meant to be casual.
But something about the way she said it wasn’t.
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Divit didn’t answer immediately.
Then, simply—
“Haan.”
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There was something about him.
He never overpromised.
But whatever he said—
He meant it.
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The cab stopped outside a narrow lane lined with houses that looked almost identical. Faded paint. Iron gates. Dim porch lights.
Evaara stepped out, adjusting her bag on her shoulder.
“This is me,” she said.
Divit got out too.
“I’ll wait till you go in.”
“You don’t have to—”
“I know.”
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She didn’t argue.
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The door opened after a few seconds.
Her masi stood there, looking at her—not with warmth, not with excitement… just with a neutral expression.
“Aa gayi?” she said flatly.
“Haan, masi,” Evaara replied softly.
No hug.
No smile.
No “kaisi ho.”
Just a step aside to let her in.
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Something inside Evaara dropped.
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She had imagined this moment differently.
After months of feeling lost, she thought coming back would feel like… home.
But standing there, with her suitcase still in her hand and silence filling the space—
It didn’t.
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“Room me rakh de samaan,” her masi said, already turning away. “Aur haan, kitchen me kaam hai thoda, help kar dena.”
Evaara blinked.
“Abhi?” she asked hesitantly.
“Haan, abhi. Yahan sab apna kaam khud karte hain.”
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She nodded slowly.
“Theek hai.”
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Behind her, near the gate, Divit was still there.
Watching.
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He hadn’t left.
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Evaara dragged her suitcase inside, her chest feeling heavier with every step.
It wasn’t just about the words.
It was the tone.
The absence of care.
The lack of… anything.
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She kept her bag in the room—a small, slightly cluttered space that didn’t feel like hers.
Not yet.
Maybe not ever.
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Taking a deep breath, she walked toward the kitchen.
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“Yeh sab kaat de,” her masi said, pointing at a pile of vegetables.
No “rest first.”
No “you must be tired.”
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Evaara quietly picked up the knife.
Her hands felt slower than usual.
Her mind louder.
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Why does this feel so wrong?
Why doesn’t this feel like home?
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A knock on the door interrupted her thoughts.
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“I’ll see,” her masi muttered, slightly annoyed.
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Evaara didn’t turn around.
But she knew.
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It was him.
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“Ji?” her masi said as she opened the door.
“Namaste,” Divit’s voice came, calm and polite. “Main Divit… Evaara ka friend.”
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A brief pause.
“Haan?” her masi replied, clearly uninterested.
“Woh… Evaara aayi hai abhi. Bas dekhne aaya tha sab theek hai na.”
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From the kitchen, Evaara’s grip on the knife tightened slightly.
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“Sab theek hi hai,” her masi said shortly. “Aap jaa sakte ho.”
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Something about that tone—
Dismissive. Cold.
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Divit didn’t move.
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“Ek minute,” he said.
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There was a shift in the air.
Subtle.
But noticeable.
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“Woh abhi abhi aayi hai,” he continued, his voice still respectful but firmer now. “Long flight thi. Thodi rest kar leti to better hota.”
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Evaara froze.
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No one—
No one had ever said that for her.
Not like this.
Not in front of someone else.
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Her masi frowned.
“Yahan sab kaam karte hain. Koi special treatment nahi milta.”
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A silence followed.
But it wasn’t the same kind of silence as before.
This one had tension in it.
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Divit took a step forward.
Not aggressive.
Just… steady.
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“Special treatment nahi,” he said calmly. “Basic consideration.”
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The words landed heavier than they sounded.
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Evaara’s heart started beating faster.
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“Dekhiye,” her masi’s tone sharpened, “aap beech me mat padhiye. Family matter hai.”
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Divit didn’t back down.
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“Exactly,” he said. “Family hai. Isliye bol raha hoon.”
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That was it.
That moment.
That exact second.
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Something shifted inside Evaara.
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Not loudly.
Not dramatically.
But deeply.
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Because for the first time—
Someone stood there.
For her.
Without hesitation.
Without overthinking.
Without expecting anything in return.
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She stepped out of the kitchen slowly.
“Divit…” she said, her voice softer than usual.
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He looked at her.
And instantly, the tension in his expression eased.
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“Tu theek hai?” he asked.
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Same question.
Different meaning.
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She nodded.
But her eyes—
They said more.
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“I was just leaving,” he added, glancing back at her masi.
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But before he could turn—
“Ruko.”
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The word slipped out of Evaara’s mouth before she could stop herself.
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Both of them looked at her.
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“I’ll come outside,” she said quickly.
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Her masi didn’t say anything.
But the silence was loud enough.
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Evaara stepped out, closing the door behind her.
The night air felt cooler.
Lighter.
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“Sorry,” she said immediately. “Tumhe bolna nahi chahiye tha.”
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Divit frowned slightly.
“Kyun?”
“Bas… unnecessary tha.”
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He looked at her for a moment.
Then—
“Unnecessary nahi tha.”
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She didn’t reply.
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“Tu thak gayi hai,” he continued. “Aur tujhe rest chahiye. Itna toh bol sakta hoon.”
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Evaara let out a small breath.
Her chest felt tight.
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“Tum hamesha aise hi hote ho?” she asked softly.
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“Kaise?”
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“Simple… but right.”
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He smiled slightly.
“Complicated hone ka time nahi hai.”
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She laughed.
A real one.
After days.
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There was a pause.
But this one—
It felt different.
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Warmer.
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“Call karna,” he said. “Agar kuch bhi ho.”
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She nodded.
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He turned to leave.
Then stopped.
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“Evaara.”
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“Haan?”
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“Tu akeli nahi hai.”
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And just like that—
He left.
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Evaara stood there for a long moment.
Watching him go.
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Her heart didn’t feel heavy anymore.
It didn’t feel confused either.
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It felt… aware.
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Because somewhere between that conversation—
Between those few words—
Between that quiet stand—
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Divit stopped being just a friend.
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And became something she couldn’t name yet.
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But she felt it.
For the first time.
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Clearly.
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That night, lying on an unfamiliar bed in an unfamiliar room—
Evaara stared at the ceiling.
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Her mind replayed everything.
His voice.
His words.
The way he didn’t hesitate.
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And one thought kept coming back.
Again.
And again.
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Why did that matter so much?
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She turned to her side, hugging the pillow lightly.
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Maybe it was because no one had ever done that before.
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Or maybe—
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It was because it was him.
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And sometimes—
That’s enough to change everything.