Unspoken battles

The message read:

******: Excuse me, I actually want you to get me bail for a murder case!!!

Kashvi: Okay… Can you explain the case to me? Who did the murder?

******: Me! I'm the one who's going to do it in a few minutes because a girl named Kashvi dared to forget about her best friend and hasn’t texted or called her in over a week.

Kashvi: I heard she’s a famous lawyer. Don’t you think you would be in trouble, Miss Vyaara?

Vyaara: No, not at all! That’s why I’m asking you to get me bail!!

Kashvi: You want me to get bail for you for murdering me??

Vyaara: Yeah!

Kashvi: You do realise threatening me with murder is not the best way to get my attention, right?

Vyaara: Oh please. If I actually killed you, I'd be doing your clients a favour.

Kashvi: Wow. That's premeditated, strong grounds for life imprisonment.

Vyaara: And strong grounds for you to finally look at me instead of your case files.

After seeing that text, Kashvi falls silent for a moment, guilt flickering across her face.

Kashvi: I'm sorry Vyvy. I didn't mean to shut you out. I was just -

Vyaara: Save the defence speech, counsellor. You'll have a chance to make it up tomorrow.

Kashvi: Sure!!

Vyaara: Now shoo shoo go away.

I laughed seeing the last text and then went to my beauty sleep.

And that's how Kashvi spent her night, but little did she know, even though she is sleeping now, she was awake in someone's thoughts!!

*At Rudransh's house*

His pov :

After a long 35-minute drive, I've finally reached home because of those crackers and everything I had to take another route. First thing I did was head to my room, took a long shower and tried to shake off my exhaustion from the past two days. Freshened up, I walked into the kitchen, only to find it almost empty. After searching through the shelves, I discovered two lonely packets of Maggie noodles staring at me.

I sighed. Because I never really liked noodles, but hunger doesn't care about preferences. With a small smile, I've decided to cook these. While waiting for those noodles to get cooked, I checked my phone.

A notification popped up my younger brother has messaged me:

“Yo brother! I am not coming home tonight or tomorrow. Don't miss me!”

I chuckled and quickly typed back :

“Why on earth is the kitchen empty? Not a single thing to cook!”

A moment later, another message lit up my screen:

“Because you're the ‘Masterchef’ of this house, not me. I only know how to operate on brains, not on onions.”

I replied back:

“Mr. Brain ka chef, why haven't you been home properly for a week?”

Almost instantly, he replied:

Patient’s brother!! Don't tell me you forgot that I'm a neurosurgeon. Too many patients can't complain because it's my job.”

Rudransh stared at the screen for a moment, his smile softening. Of course. He's been drowning in work again.

“Okay.. take care of yourself and try to come home early, you monkey!! Because I don't miss your blabbering.” 

And of course, his brother knew what Rudransh meant.

After 10 minutes my noodles were completed. Not my favourite but hunger wins- I say to myself and eat it.

Later, lying in my room I tossed and turned on the bed because the house felt quite empty without my idiot brother's nonsense chatter. But what kept me restless wasn't just the silence - it was the thought of her. No matter how much I tried to distract myself, her face returned like a melody I couldn't forget.

It felt as if she had cast some spell on me before we even met. My heart raced, beating so fast that it felt like it was competing in the Olympics for a gold medal. My tesoro, I don't know if we will meet again, but remember that if I get the chance to see you again, I'm never going to leave you, and Eres solo mía.

*On the other side*

Kashvi’s POV

Today, I cancelled all my work because I have an important task ahead — I have to present my defense speech to none other than Madam Counsellor herself, Miss Vyaara. She’s been my best friend for over two years now, and honestly, she’s one of the purest souls I’ve ever come across. In this polluted world, she’s my pure oxygen.

Before heading to her place, I made sure to pick up her favorites — a bouquet of red roses and some dark chocolate. I know she can’t resist them; it’s practically her weakness.

After a long 30-minute drive, I finally reached her place. Taking a few deep breaths to calm myself, I pressed the doorbell. A few seconds later, the door opened… and there she stood. Sleepy face, tired body, clumsy room behind her — exactly what you’d expect from a busy architect’s den.

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Vyaara’s POV

These days, life has been nothing but chaos. Project after project, client after client. I was just thinking about finally giving myself a break when the doorbell rang. With a sigh and a trace of irritation, I dragged myself to the door.

And who do I see? Of course — the biggest idiot in my life.

Everyone else calls her one of the most dangerous lawyers in India, but in my eyes? She’s nothing more than a stubborn, dramatic idiot. I don’t understand how people find her intimidating when to me… she’s just her.

Vyaara : “Oh my see, who remembers where I live?” (I say with sarcasm dripping from my voice)

Kashvi:  “Your highness, I request you to forgive this stupid friend of yours and show her some mercy.”

After a few seconds of silence, I cross my arms and raise an eyebrow.

Vyaara: “Mercy? Hmm… I'm still deciding whether to throw you out of my palace gates or make you mop the marble floors as punishment.”

Kashvi:  (pressing her palms together in mock- pleading) “Fine, I'll mop your palace floors. But only if you provide me with a golden mop , preferably diamond studded, your highness”.

Vyaara: (trying to supress a smile) “You haven't changed. Still dramatic and ridiculous.”

Kashvi:  “ And you love me for it.” (Winks)

After stepping into my home, I asked her to stand still- my couch was a mess with all my tools scattered around.While I tidy up, I tell her to sit, and I begin shifting my things to my room. A few minutes later, I return to the living room and notice that she isn't there. When I look around, she tells me to turn around. When I do, I see her kneeling down, presenting me with a bouquet of red roses—my favourite flowers. She says, “Sorry, darling! I won't do it again; I didn't mean to ignore your texts and calls!” I couldn't help but smile as I accepted the roses, touched by the gesture, she playfully caught her ears and I chuckled saying “Okay, now stop it; I accept your apology.” Later, she surprises me with some dark chocolate, which I can’t resist!

**Vyaraa's POV:**

Later, we chatted about a lot of things that we usually refer to as "best friend talk." I tend to be more of a listener than a talker, so I don't speak much, but sometimes, just sometimes, she makes me feel like a different person. Kashvi has this incredible power to change people for the better. She is someone very close to my heart. Whenever I lose hope in life or in something else, she is always there to lift me up.

I've built high walls around myself, especially when it comes to my loved ones, because it hurts more to let them in. It's exhausting to experience the same type of pain repeatedly; I want to release this pain somehow. Deep down, I'm still afraid. Everyone has their own issues and problems, and that doesn't mean they're weak, but sometimes I find myself feeling weak. Yet, I know I'm strong for having come this far.

That's why I immerse myself in my work. It's tiring, but it keeps me from drowning in flashbacks and overwhelming thoughts. It helps me stay present, focusing on the moment rather than the past.

It's been two years since I met Kashvi, and to be honest, something in my mind has shifted because of her. I usually keep people at arm's length, distancing myself. Yet, Kashvi has changed that. She makes me forget my pain when I’m with her, and I enjoy every second spent together. She offers me a different perspective on life.

She has fought her own battles, so do I . That's why I want to be her warrior and fight her battles instead of my own, because I know she is still quietly battling her own challenges.

End of POV

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Kashvi POV:

I’m so glad I found someone like Vyaara—as my best friend, my soul sister. She understands my pain in ways no one else does. She is my home in a world that often feels chaotic. Whenever I feel crushed or exhausted, the first person I turn to is always Vyaara, without hesitation.

She doesn’t trust people easily, and she keeps her boundaries—even with me. Sometimes it hurts, but I respect her for it. I know she’s been through things she doesn’t share, just as I haven’t shared everything with her. We both carry scars, and we both fear being hurt again. And I understand that completely.

What I love about her is how she handles everything with calm and clarity. She cares deeply but rarely shows it. She loves quietly, fiercely, and with a loyalty that’s rare to find. She is someone who embodies both fire and ice—passionate yet composed, strong yet sensitive. And above all, she understands me in ways no one else ever could.

End of POV

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