I said, forcing my voice steady. Controlling my emotions was harder than I thought.
He tossed the money carelessly, and the coins clattered to the ground. I bent down and picked them up quietly.
Jia
You’re the new one?
Atharv
“Yes, ma’am.”
Jia
“Ma’am? Respectful… you’re cute.”
Atharv
“Thanks.” ( Confused )
She smiled—so cheerful, as if she had no regrets in life. The kind of person who welcomed both the good and bad with open arms.
From that day on, she came every day—twice. Her timing never changed.
Afternoon, 3 p.m.
Evening, 5 p.m.
I started waiting for her desperately. Those short meetings became the brightest part of my day.
She became my everything… the reason behind my smile, the reason I dressed well. I had never cared about my looks before, but after meeting her, I found myself standing in front of the mirror, brushing my hair, adjusting my shirt. It felt like something inside me was blooming.
She was my saviour.
My escape from loneliness.
My shield against depression.
Atharv
My “Saviour.”
But she never knew. She was completely unaware of my feelings… and of me.
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