When We Where Whole......
“Midnight Tea and Broken Rules”
I m tired 😫 not like writing story but for work and study
but it's ok guy's we will not give up
The clock blinked 2:13 AM, glowing faintly in the corner. The living room looked like a tornado had passed through. Crumpled blankets, an upside-down cushion fort, a half-eaten cookie in Nasha’s hand — chaos with a touch of love.
note :- for your kind information Nasha is that baby's name
ok btw let me take you to our story
Zoya stood in the kitchen doorway, wearing mismatched socks and a band tee from a band no one knew.
She stared at the crumpled letter on the floor.
Zoya Kapoor
Tell your future husband to stop writing us horror letters in cursive.🙄
Diya, curled up with a sketchpad, rolled her eyes.
Diya Kapoor
For the hundredth time, I don’t have a boyfriend. And cursive isn’t scary—your handwriting is.
Zoya Kapoor
You read this, right? The part where it said, ‘I’m coming back for what you all left behind’?
Aarya muttered, rocking Nasha gently.
Arya Mehra
Sounds like one of my old exes.🙄
Zoya Kapoor
You dated ghosts?
Arya Mehra
Worse. College boys😑
They all laughed softly — but the tension hung in the air like a storm that refused to break.
Aarya, Diya, and Zoya sat in detention. Three different girls from three broken homes. One had cursed at a teacher. One had slapped a bully. One had locked herself in the bathroom crying.
By the time detention ended, they hadn’t said a word. But somehow, they left holding hands.
Nasha yawned and pointed toward the hallway.
Arya Mehra
Juice, please 😊
Nasha
Juice... peas ( trying to say but can't 😆) 😗
Zoya Kapoor
Who taught her ‘peas’ instead of ‘please’?
Zoya grumbled.
Aarya smirked.
Arya Mehra
her Zoya aunt's wife 🤭
Zoya Kapoor
( blush but didn't show)
They all laughed again, a bit more freely. But their eyes kept drifting to the letter.
The Letter:
You forgot something that night.
I didn’t.
And now, it’s time you pay for what you buried.
Diya Kapoor
Okay. Time out. This isn’t funny anymore. What if it’s real?
Aarya glanced at her quietly
Arya Mehra
Then... we find out who sent it. And we don’t run.
Zoya Kapoor
“We never run. Except from rent collectors.”
They heard a knock at the door.
Three heads snapped toward it.
Nasha clung to Aarya’s shirt.
Zoya moved first — grabbing the baseball bat they kept by the shoe rack.
But when the door creaked open… no one was there.
Only a photo, old and curled, lay on the doormat.
Aarya picked it up with trembling fingers.
It was a baby. Maybe a few days old.
Wrapped in a maroon blanket.
With a tiny silver bracelet on her wrist.
A bracelet… that Aarya recognized.
She dropped the photo.
Nasha blinked up at her with innocent eyes.
Then smiled.
So guys hope you are liking it
you will cause not just Arya but Diya and Zoya also keeping so much and also have past
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