Ridhima stared out the window, the moonlight casting long shadows across the room.
Vansh's absence gnawed at her, amplifying the anxiety that had been bubbling beneath the surface all week. Her secret, a burden she'd carried alone for far too long, felt heavier than ever.
A knock on the door startled her.

"Come in,"

she called out, her voice strained.
The door creaked open, revealing Siya's bright eyes and a wide grin. In her arms, she cradled a magnificent violin, its polished wood gleaming in the moonlight.

"Bhabhi? This violin?" Siya asked, her voice filled with awe.

Tears welled up in Ridhima's eyes.  "It's for you," she said, her voice thick with emotion.

A flashback flooded her mind - a younger Ridhima, her eyes sparkling with fascination as Siya effortlessly drew music from a borrowed violin. A promise whispered, a pact sealed with a pinky swear.

The memory brought a bittersweet smile to her lips.
Siya erupted in a hug, her gratitude overflowing.  As they talked, the music Siya began to play filled the room, a melody that soothed Ridhima's troubled heart, for a moment pushing away the shadows of her secret.

Suddenly, a pang of longing struck her. Vansh. He was still at work, their communication limited to stolen moments throughout the day. The distance felt unbearable, especially with the weight of her secret pressing down on her.

The sound of the door opening made her head snap up. Vansh stood there, his face etched with exhaustion. Relief washed over her, so intense it almost knocked the breath out of her lungs.
She rushed towards him, her embrace fierce, almost desperate. "Vansh, why are you so late?" she whispered, burying her face in his chest.

Vansh held her close, his arms a comforting haven. "I'm so sorry, Ridhima. Work got hectic, and I lost track of time. I promise, I won't let this happen again."

Ridhima clung to him, yearning for the comfort of his presence, the reassurance of his touch. In that moment, she knew she couldn't bear this separation any longer.

Her secret, her fear, everything demanded his presence, his unwavering support.

"For that," she whispered, her voice barely audible, "I need to be with you."

This revised chapter delves deeper into Ridhima's emotional state and sets the stage for a potential revelation of her secret and a conversation about their future.

Vansh stiffened slightly in her embrace, the weight of her words settling on him. He understood the unspoken plea. Their long-distance arrangement, initially temporary, had stretched on longer than expected.

The strain was evident, not just in their limited communication but in the undercurrent of anxiety that seemed to cling to Ridhima.

"Ridhima," he began, his voice gentle, "we talked about this. There are reasons I need to stay here, at least for a little while longer. We can manage this, just like we always have.

There was a raw desperation in her voice that sent shivers down his spine. He cupped her face, forcing her to meet his gaze.

"Tell me what's going on, Ridhima. Is there something you're not telling me?"

She blinked back tears, the dam threatening to burst. The urge to confess, to unload the burden she'd carried alone for so long, warred with the fear of jeopardizing everything they had built.
Taking a deep breath, she mumbled,

"It's nothing, Vansh. Just... missing you more than usual."

He wasn't convinced.

The darkness in her eyes betrayed her words. But if she wasn't ready to talk, he wouldn't push.

He knew the importance of trust and communication, and forcing it wouldn't help.

"Alright," he conceded, his voice laced with concern. "But promise me you'll tell me when it's time. No secrets between us, remember?"

She nodded, a single tear tracing a path down her cheek.

He brushed it away with his thumb, his touch a silent promise of his unwavering support.

The following days were a delicate dance.

Vansh tried to be more present, making time for video calls despite his busy schedule.

Ridhima, torn between her need for him and her fear of revealing her secret, remained outwardly cheerful, burying herself in her work and spending time with Siya.

One evening, while Vansh was engrossed in a video call, Angre entered the study. He noticed the tension radiating from Vansh and the worried crease between his brows.

"Everything alright, Boss?" Angre inquired, his voice laced with concern.

Vansh sighed, rubbing his temples. "Something's wrong with Ridhima, Angre. I can feel it. She's distant, holding something back."

Angre remained silent for a moment, his eyes thoughtful.
He knew what was going on with his sister but didn't knew if he should tell his boss about this.

He decided to console him for now and let his sister tell him whenever she feels.

"Perhaps there's something she doesn't feel comfortable discussing over a call. Maybe a visit is in order?"

Vansh considered this. He knew a trip back to his hometown would disrupt his work, but seeing Ridhima, being there for her, was paramount.

But he thought maybe a trip cancel make Ridhima's mood better.

"You're right, Angre. I need to be there. I'll book a flight for tomorrow."

A flicker of surprise crossed Angre's face, quickly replaced by understanding. He knew the depth of Vansh's love for Ridhima and wouldn't question his decision.

The next morning, Vansh informed his family of his sudden trip.

His parents, though initially surprised, were secretly relieved. They saw the toll the distance was taking on their son and Ridhima.

As Vansh boarded the plane, a knot of worry tightened his stomach. He wasn't sure what awaited him, but he knew one thing for certain – he wouldn't leave until he understood what was troubling Ridhima, until he helped her face her secret, whatever it may be.

So that's it for today

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