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It is my daughter's birthday... Years ago I was reborn when I got my baby in my arms after a very difficult pregnancy. My doctor called her a miracle baby. I had tears in my eyes and I had lost all hopes that one day I would hold my child in my life, after having two unfortunate miscarriage before that. So this day brought happiness to our lives, so I wanted to share it with you.

To celebrate my day, I will give you two updates today.

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Roohi's POV
The Next Day
Flashback...

The library was bathed in golden light from the setting sun, casting warm shadows on the wooden tables where we sat. The textbooks were open but largely ignored, the soft rustle of pages and distant whispers the only sounds.

Vihan, as always, was effortlessly charming, scrolling through his phone with a lazy grin. Mihir and Gaurvi whispered to each other nearby, leaving me alone with my thoughts.

“Vihan,” I called, hoping to snap him out of his latest distraction. “You’re not paying attention again.”

He looked up, flashing that devastating smile. “Just texting. Nothing major.”

“Another date?” I teased, forcing my voice to sound light.

He shrugged, the grin widening. “You know me. Can’t help it if I’m popular.”

And that was the problem—I did know him. Every little detail, every quirk. And still, I wasn’t the one he saw. And yet, I played my role perfectly.

I tried to laugh, but it came out hollow. How could he not see it? I wasn’t just his friend. I wasn’t just Roohi.

I laughed at his jokes, and let him lean against me, his fingers absentmindedly tracing circles on my back as he looked at my notes.

There’s something about the way Vihan touches me that’s always felt different—soft, subtle, like a whisper that only I can hear. It’s a habit he picked up when we were kids, one that never really stopped. Every time we sat close, his fingers would absently draw circles on my back. It was a gesture he probably never thought twice about, but to me, those circles were everything.

It started when we were in kindergarten, sitting side by side on tiny plastic chairs, listening to our teacher drone on about letters and numbers. I can still remember the day he first did it. His fingers had grazed my back while he was fidgeting, and he began tracing lazy circles over my sweater. I was too shy to say anything then, and maybe that’s why it stuck.

Over the years, it became our thing. Whenever we sat together—whether at the park, in class, or, more recently, during our long study sessions—he’d do it absentmindedly, completely unaware of the effect it had on me. It was his way of comforting me, of being close without crossing any lines. But for me, it was both a balm and a curse.

Because every time he touched me like that, it reminded me of how much I wanted him to be mine.

I closed my eyes briefly, willing my heart to steady itself. Every touch, every smile, every careless word from him felt like both a gift and a curse.

Back then, those circles felt comforting, they had made me feel special, as if I held a part of him that no one else did, a silent promise that he’d always be there. Now, as an adult, they felt more like chains, tethering me to a hope I couldn’t let go of.

As the hours passed, I watched him plan his evening with another girl. My heart ached, but I buried the pain, masking it with a smile.

Mihir’s voice whispered. “How much longer are you going to let this go on?”

I shook my head, blinking back tears. “It doesn’t matter. He’ll never see me the way I see him.”

“You deserve more than this,” Mihir said gently.

I nodded, but deep down, I knew the truth. I couldn’t stop loving Vihan, no matter how much it hurt.

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That night, after he rushed out to meet yet another girl, I couldn’t stop thinking about the circles. I wondered if he did the same thing to her. Did his fingers trace the same patterns on her back, his touch just as gentle, just as unthinking? The idea tore at me, a knife twisting in a wound I couldn’t heal. I hated myself for caring, for being so invested in someone who didn’t feel the same.

But the worst part wasn’t the pain of knowing he was with someone else. It was the silence that followed—the space where my feelings should have been spoken, but never were. The words I held back, the truths I never dared to share.

I stared at the ceiling in my room, the weight of everything pressing down on me. I couldn’t go on like this, hanging on to every small gesture, every fleeting smile, like they were breadcrumbs leading me to something more. I had to decide—Mihir was right about that. Either tell Vihan how I felt or let go.

But the idea of letting go felt impossible. How could I walk away from someone who had been such a huge part of my life? From someone who made my heart race with a single glance?

And telling him? That was even scarier. What if he didn’t feel the same? What if I lose him completely?

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Good morning 🌞

Here is my first update, I hope you liked it please let me know.

Take care of yourself and have a great day ahead.

Thanks
Chhavi.