Shriya's POV

I again hear those guitar tunes after years .

That euphonious voice which made me happy every time i felt low , those instrumental notes which made me calm in the valleys of Dehradun.

It's been ten years Shriya, he surely can't be here , it's just your imagination. But before I could convince my mind to believe that he is not returning definitely not after freaking ten years that too in Norway . I find my legs moving towards the source of the sound , my mind and heart telling me it can't be him but still a part of my heart holding an ounce of hope , hope of meeting him .

"Ma'am you can't go there " I hear multiple voices stopping me from entering the gallery but at that moment I couldn't care less .

My movements come to a halt when I see the back figure of a man decked up in a formal suit playing the guitar fully immersed in it .

"We are sorry sir but this lady barged in despite our restraints" The guards behind my back speak apologetically to him and he starts turning towards me while I close my eyes not wanting to face the situation.

"Fine . You could go " The deep voice piercing my heart and clearing the slightest bit of doubt I had . The known voice , body language and those same dehradun vibes .

"Happy Birthday shree " , how much I craved in these years to hear this voice , I don't wanna give in to him but how badly I just wanna embrace him .

I open my eyes to see the face I have been yearning to see for years , the face I found solace in , the face that once was my best friend.

"Greetings not accepted, Mr Kashyap" , I muster up the courage to overcome my feelings and speak as I turn back to leave with a lone tear escaping my eye .

I for sure searched for him everywhere when he disappeared at that time . I have yearned to see him for years , cried when I faced the hardships and he wasn't there with me but I just can't forgive him .

He needs to understand the Shree who was his best friend is long again .