Unfinished (Some love stories don’t end. They just wait to be written right) - Chapter 10

 

Chapter 10: Where We Left Off

The city welcomed them back not with warmth, but with its usual chaos — honking cars, neon signs, and a crowd that never stopped moving. Delhi hadn’t changed. But something in Aditi had.

She noticed it the moment she walked into her office.

Her desk, her notes, her rhythm — all the same.

But she wasn’t.

Aditya was back in his world too — high-rise office, long calls, boardrooms lined with leather chairs. His assistants greeted him like a king returning to his throne.

But behind those tinted glass doors, he sat quietly for a long time. The coffee in front of him went cold. His mind was still on Jaipur.

Still on her.

Two Days Later – The Office

Aditi tried her best to slip back into her routine — deadlines, meetings, logistics. But the air felt… heavier now. Every time her phone buzzed, her fingers paused, just in case it was him.

It usually wasn’t.

And then one morning — it was.

Message from Aditya:

Meeting at 4 PM. Vendor alignment + launch prep. Your presence required.

She sighed. Strictly professional, she reminded herself.

But when 4 PM came, she walked into the conference room and found it… empty. Except for him.

Just him.

He looked up from his file. “I asked the others to join after 15 minutes. Thought we could go over the delivery outline first.”

“Of course,” she said.

They spoke like professionals. Precise. Structured.

Until the file slipped from her hand, and both bent down to catch it at the same time.

Their hands brushed.

Their eyes met.

And for one second, nothing else existed.

The past. The present. All blurred.

She stood up quickly, flustered. “I’ll organize the report updates,” she said.

He nodded, slower than usual. “Aditi…”

She didn’t let him finish.

“Don’t. Please.”

“I just—”

“You’ve said enough,” she said, her voice shaking. “You always say just enough to keep me standing in confusion. But never enough to heal.”

The door opened.

The others walked in.

And just like that — everything locked back into place.

That Night – Rain Over Delhi

It rained that night. Heavily. A monsoon storm that turned streets into rivers.

Aditi had stayed back late in the office. She was the last one in her department still working. She didn’t notice the time.

By the time she left, it was past 9 PM — and the parking lot was half-flooded.

Her cab canceled. Auto drivers refused.

She tried calling other rides, but nothing showed up.

Then her phone buzzed again.

Aditya.

Still at the office?

Yes. Stranded. Rain’s wild.

Wait there. I’m coming.

Before she could reply, he was already calling.

She picked up.

“Aditya, it’s fine—”

“I’m already downstairs.”

She hesitated.

“I don’t need help,” she said.

“I didn’t ask what you needed,” he replied. “I’m just here.”

In the Car

The sound of the rain on the roof filled the space between them. Wipers danced across the windshield like clockwork.

Aditi stared out the window.

Aditya didn’t speak. Didn’t push.

Finally, she whispered, “Why are you doing this?”

He turned to her slowly.

“Because every time you push me away, I want to earn my way back.”

She looked at him.

“I don’t trust you yet,” she said.

“I don’t expect you to,” he replied.

“I’m still angry.”

“You have every right.”

“I’m scared,” she added, voice breaking slightly. “Of letting you in again. Of hurting again.”

Aditya reached across slowly — not to touch her, but to place something on the seat between them.

A folded piece of paper.

She looked at it. “What’s this?”

“My medical report,” he said quietly. “Updated. Stable now. Still monitored, but no longer dangerous.”

She picked it up with trembling fingers.

“Why are you showing this to me?”

“Because this time,” he said, eyes steady, “I’m not walking away. I want you to have all the information. So if you stay… it’s your choice.”

Aditi stared at him.

The rain slowed.

And for the first time in two years, the silence between them… felt like peace.

Back at Her Apartment

He walked her to the door. Said nothing.

But just before turning, he asked, “Can I call you tomorrow?”

She didn’t answer immediately.

Then nodded — just once.

He smiled. Gently.

And left.

Inside, Aditi stood with her back to the door, still holding the report in her hand.

It wasn’t forgiveness yet.

But it was something close.

An opening.
A possibility.
A beginning — where the ending had once lived.

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