Silence and Apologies
Setting: Siyara’s Flat | That Night
The sound of the tap running echoed in the kitchen, but Siyara stood still, one hand resting on the edge of the sink. She hadn’t moved in minutes.
The cold water washed over her fingers.
But it did nothing to cool the heat still burning on her lips.
Siyara Banerjee.FL.
*She had scrubbed her mouth once.
Then twice.
But nothing removed the memory of it.
Yuvraj’s kiss.*
And worse…
The second one.
The one he gave even after seeing her cry.
She walked to her bedroom, shut the door, and sank to the floor.
Her chest hurt.
Her throat burned.
But what scared her most—was that beneath all the confusion…
There was a spark she didn’t know how to kill.
Yuvraj sat on the floor of his room, his back against the bed.
Lights off. Shirt undone. Chest heaving.
He had kissed her.
And she cried.
He hadn’t meant to make her cry.
He just… lost it.
The second kiss wasn’t meant to hurt her.
It was his desperation.
Yuvraj Singh Rathore.ML.
(whispering to himself):
“What the f*ck did I do?”
He thought kissing her would calm the storm inside him.
Instead, it made it worse.
Her silence afterward?
Louder than any slap.
Next morning | College Campus
She wore black.
Her hair tied tight.
Her eyes swollen from a sleepless night.
She skipped her first class.
Skipped lunch.
Avoided the hallway near Yuvraj’s usual bench.
Avinash found her near the library steps, staring blankly at her phone.
Abhinash Oberoi
(gently):
“Hey… you okay?”
Siyara Banerjee.FL.
*She blinked up. Forced a smile.*
Siyara Banerjee.FL.
“Just tired.”
Abhinash Oberoi
(sitting beside her):
“You don’t have to talk. But if something’s wrong… I’ll be here.”
Siyara Banerjee.FL.
She looked at him, and for a moment, she wished she could talk.
About the kiss.
The confusion.
The fire.
But she couldn’t. Not even to herself.
Siyara Banerjee.FL.
(softly):
“Thanks. I’ll be fine.”
Abhinash nodded. Didn’t push.
That evening | Parking Lot
Yuvraj waited by her usual exit.
Siyara Banerjee.FL.
*She saw him before he saw her—and her steps faltered.*
Yuvraj Singh Rathore.ML.
*He noticed.*
Yuvraj Singh Rathore.ML.
“Wait.”
Siyara Banerjee.FL.
*She did.*
*Barely.*
Yuvraj Singh Rathore.ML.
(voice raw):
“I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
Siyara Banerjee.FL.
*She stayed quiet.*
Yuvraj Singh Rathore.ML.
“I lost control. I’m not proud of it.”
Siyara Banerjee.FL.
(finally):
“You kissed me like I was yours. I’m not.”
Yuvraj Singh Rathore.ML.
“I know. But I want you to be.”
Siyara Banerjee.FL.
(eyes shining):“And what if I don’t want to be broken by someone like you?”
Yuvraj Singh Rathore.ML.
(low, desperate):“Then don’t fall for me. But don’t you dare forget what you felt.”
Siyara Banerjee.FL.
*She looked away. Her throat closed.*
Siyara Banerjee.FL.
(whisper):
“I’m trying.”
He took one step closer, but she stepped back.
And this time—he let her.
Because sometimes, even obsession…
had to learn patience.
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