Episode 4: The Words Left Unsaid

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Prisha’s thumb hovered over the screen.

The message was still there—

Hey

Just one word.

Just one tap.

That was all it would take.

But she didn’t press send.

Instead—

She froze.

Something inside her resisted.

And then—

A memory surfaced.

Uninvited.

Unavoidable.

🌫️ Flashback (Chat)

It was late at night.

They had been texting for hours.

Like they always used to.

Simple conversations.

Random jokes.

Comfortable silence between replies.

And then—

Without planning it…

Without thinking too much—

She had typed something she had been holding back for a long time.

Prisha: I really like you…

Prisha: Would you like to be with me?

She remembered staring at the screen after sending it.

Her heart racing.

Every second stretching longer than it should.

Waiting.

Overthinking.

Hoping.

His reply had taken time.

Too much time.

🌫️ Back to Present

Prisha blinked slowly.

Her breathing steadied.

Her thumb moved away from the send button.

She deleted the message.

“No…” she whispered to herself.

Not again.

Not like this.

She placed her phone beside her and leaned back against the pillow.

Closing her eyes.

Even after all this time…

Why does it still feel the same?

She missed him.

More than she wanted to admit.

More than she should.

🌙 Meanwhile…

Nivan sat quietly, his phone in his hand.

He opened the reunion group chat.

Messages kept coming in.

Photos.

Laughter.

Voices captured in recordings.

Then—

His eyes stopped on a name.

Prisha.

He tapped the member list.

Scrolled.

Checked again.

As if confirming something.

As if he hadn’t expected her to be there.

She was.

For a moment—

He didn’t move.

Didn’t type.

Didn’t react.

Then—

He locked his phone.

Placed it beside him.

No message.

What would I even say?

🌙 That Night

Two people.

Two conversations that never began.

And between them—

Silence.

☀️ The Next Morning

Everything returned to routine.

At least on the surface.

Prisha moved through her day.

Getting ready.

Finishing small tasks.

Trying to keep herself busy.

But her mind—

Was elsewhere.

Later, she picked up her phone again.

Scrolling without focus—

When something caught her attention.

“Today is Eid…”

A soft smile appeared on her face.

She opened her contacts and sent money to Isha.

Along with a short message—

“Eidi for you.”

And just like that—

Another memory returned.

🌫️ Flashback

Isha: “When you get a job, you better give me a lot of Eidi.”

Prisha: “We’ll see.”

Isha: “No ‘we’ll see’. Promise.”

🌫️ Back to Present

Prisha smiled faintly.

“Crazy girl…” she murmured under her breath.

Her phone buzzed again.

The group chat with Isha and Myra.

Isha: You actually sent it! ❤️

Myra: Look at you, earning and spending already.

Prisha smiled and replied—

Prisha: Of course. I keep my promises.

Isha: Now tell us everything. How was the reunion?

Myra: Yes, don’t skip details.

Prisha paused.

Her fingers rested on the screen.

Then she typed—

Prisha: It was good… everyone was there…

Isha: And?

Myra: Anything interesting?

She stared at the messages for a moment.

Then wrote—

Prisha: He didn’t come.

There was a pause.

Isha: Oh…

Myra: Are you okay?

Prisha looked at the screen.

Then typed—

Prisha: Yeah. I’m fine.

Just then—

Her phone started ringing.

Mom calling…

She picked it up.

“Hello, Mom.”

“How are you, Prisha?”

“I’m fine. How are you?”

“When are you coming home? It’s been a long time.”

She sighed softly.

“I’ll come… in a few days.”

“You always say that.”

“I will. I’m just getting late for work right now.”

“Alright. Take care of yourself.”

“You too. Bye.”

She ended the call and quickly left for work.

🌆 Evening

The entire day passed—

But she wasn’t really present in any of it.

Work continued.

Tasks got done.

Time moved forward.

But her thoughts stayed behind.

With him.

By the time she reached home, she felt drained.

Not physically.

Emotionally.

She didn’t cook.

Didn’t feel like it.

Instead—

She walked up to the terrace.

Sat down.

Quiet.

Still.

The sky stretched endlessly above her.

The same silence.

The same loneliness.

No one to talk to.

No one to listen.

Just her.

And everything she couldn’t say.

Then—

Her phone vibrated.

She looked down.

Checked the notification.

And slowly—

A soft smile appeared on her face.

🔥 To be continued…

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