In the bustling city of Mumbai, where dreams intermingle with reality, Vikram Mehra, a 32-year-old successful architect, was contemplating his life. Despite the accolades and professional success, something felt amiss. The emptiness of his high-rise apartment mirrored his solitude. It was on one of those introspective evenings that his phone buzzed with a message from his childhood friend, Kavya.
“Vikram, we need to catch up. I have something important to share. Coffee at our usual spot?”
Vikram’s heart skipped a beat. Kavya and he shared a bond that went back to their school days. They had drifted apart due to the rigors of life but always found their way back to each other. Curiosity piqued, he replied.
“Sure, Kavya. Tomorrow evening?”
“Perfect. See you at 6.”
The next evening, Vikram walked into the quaint coffee shop that held so many memories. Kavya was already there, her eyes scanning the menu. Seeing her brought a wave of nostalgia. Her presence was like a comforting balm, a reminder of simpler times.
“Vikram! It’s been too long.”
“Too long indeed. You haven’t changed a bit.”
They exchanged pleasantries and settled into their conversation, the air filled with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee.
“So, how’s life treating you, Mr. Architect?”
“Life’s good, but there’s something missing. What about you? You said you had something important to share.”
Kavya hesitated for a moment before speaking.
“Vikram, do you remember Aisha?”
Aisha. The name brought back a flood of memories. Aisha was the love of his life during college. They had plans, dreams, and an unspoken promise to be together forever. But fate had other plans, and they had lost touch after college.
“Of course, I remember Aisha. Why do you ask?”
Kavya took a deep breath.
“She’s back in Mumbai. She’s… she’s going through a tough time. I thought you should know.”
Vikram’s mind raced. Aisha was back. The woman he had loved more than life itself. He felt a mix of excitement and apprehension. Kavya handed him a piece of paper with Aisha’s address.
“She needs a friend, Vikram. Someone she can trust.”
Vikram nodded, his mind already made up. He had to see Aisha. ( to be continued)
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