Varshini's Truth

That night, I couldn’t sleep. Viansh’s story played in my head again and again — the glow in his eyes when he spoke about Varshini, and the sudden sadness that followed when he admitted they were no longer together.

Why? Why did something so innocent and pure have to break? The question haunted me all night. By the time the sun rose, I had made up my mind — I needed answers.

The next morning, I went for a walk with Sanju and Jessy. We were talking about random things when, suddenly, I noticed a familiar face. It was Varshini. I already knew her as my senior, but now I couldn’t stop looking at her differently — she was the girl from Viansh’s story.

Gathering my courage, I walked up to her. “Hi, Varshini,” I said with a smile. She turned, surprised, but greeted me casually. Sanju and Jessy exchanged looks, and one of them whispered, “sriyaa, she’s the girl Viansh told you about.”

My heart skipped a beat. So it was true.

I wasted no time. My curiosity burned through me, and I asked her directly, “Varshini, I know about you and Viansh… what really happened between you both?”

Her response shocked me. She shrugged lightly, as if the past didn’t matter at all. With no guilt in her voice, she said, “We were from different castes. Our families would never agree. It was just a childish thing. I moved on. Now I’m close with someone else — my brother-in-law. It’s nothing serious.”

Her words pierced me like a blade. How could someone dismiss a love so easily? She spoke as though Viansh’s love story — his happiness, his glow — had never existed. She had erased it, like wiping chalk from a blackboard.

That day, I felt a heaviness in my chest. My heart ached for Viansh. To him, it had been special. To her, it was just… nothing.

Days passed, but the uneasiness never left me. Then came Rakshabandhan. The festival of brothers and sisters, of promises and protection. The school was buzzing with joy.

And then, I saw something I’ll never forget. Varshini walked up to Viansh, holding a rakhi. “Give me your hand,” she said casually. Without hesitation, Viansh extended his hand. She tied the rakhi around his wrist, smiling as though the past between them had never happened.

I stood there frozen. Shock. Anger. Disbelief. How could she? Breakups were painful, yes, but tying a rakhi to someone who once held your heart? That felt like a cruel joke.

Later, when we were alone, I confronted Viansh. “Why did you let her do that? After everything, how could you?”

He looked at me calmly, his eyes filled with an unexpected maturity. “sriyaa,” he said softly, “it was my past. I don’t regret it, and I don’t feel sad about it anymore. I was a child then. I didn’t know what love, marriage, or responsibility truly meant. Now, I understand. I’ve grown, and I will move on. That chapter is closed.”

His words left me speechless. How could someone my age carry such wisdom in their heart? In that moment, I realized Viansh was no ordinary boy — he was someone who could turn pain into strength.