21|The Echoes of My Heart

21|The Echoes of My Heart

Aaradhya Vidya Kapoor’s POV

Why does he keep coming to my mind?

I groan, shutting my textbook with a loud thud and tossing my pen aside. It’s useless. Completely and utterly useless.

No matter how hard I try to focus on my studies, my thoughts keep drifting back to him.

Eshaan...!!!!

I sigh, flopping back onto my bed and staring at the ceiling, my mind spinning with images of him. His deep, unreadable eyes. The way his lips barely curve when he smirks. The way he always carries himself with that effortless confidence, like he owns the whole damn world.

And the worst part?

I like it.

I like him.

I slap a hand over my face, groaning again. “God, what is wrong with me?”

I mean, sure, I’ve always found him intriguing. Mysterious. Unbelievably handsome. But it’s getting ridiculous now. Every time I close my eyes, he’s there. Every time I breathe, I swear I can almost smell him. And every time someone so much as mentions his name, my stupid heart does a backflip.

This is bad.

Really, really bad.

I shake my head, trying to shove away the thought of him when suddenly—

CRASH!

I jolt up as the sound of glass shattering echoes from downstairs. And then—

“I TOLD YOU, THIS ISN’T ABOUT MONEY!”

“OH REALLY? BECAUSE ALL YOU EVER TALK ABOUT IS WORK, WORK, WORK!”

I let out a heavy sigh.

Here we go again.

My parents. Arguing. Again.

I stare at the wall, trying to drown out their voices, but it’s impossible. The walls in this house may be thick, but their fights are louder. And even though I should be used to it by now, every single argument still stings.

Because the truth is—I have parents, but I don’t really have them.

They provide for me. They support me. They make sure I have everything I need—except for them.

They don’t have time for me. They never did. All they care about is their careers, their business, their work. And me?

I’m just another thing they take care of. Like paying the electricity bill or renewing a gym membership.

I sigh again, switching off my bedside lamp and pulling the covers over my head. Maybe if I pretend hard enough, I can drown out the noise. Maybe if I sleep, I won’t have to listen to the reality of my lonely little life.

But my mind drifts back to him.

To the one person who makes my heart feel like it actually exists.

I love him.

The second I saw him, I knew. It wasn’t just a crush. It wasn’t just attraction. It was something bigger, something deeper.

It was love at first sight.

I clutch my pillow, burying my face into it. “Ughhhhh, why am I like this?”

I roll over, staring at the ceiling again, my brain a chaotic mess of feelings.

Will he love me too?

Or am I just another girl in the crowd for him?

I mean… sure, he flirts with me. But guys do that all the time, right? It doesn’t mean anything.

Right?

But then again—

He never talks to other girls.

He never looks at other girls.

I’ve seen them try. I’ve seen them throw themselves at him, giggling and flipping their hair, hoping to catch his attention. And every single time—

Nothing.

He ignores them like they don’t even exist.

But me?

He looks at me.

He sees me.

And that has to mean something, doesn’t it?

I bite my lip, my heart thudding in my chest.

Maybe he’s just… shy? Maybe he doesn’t know how to make friends, so he keeps his distance? Maybe… just maybe… he’s waiting for me to make a move?

I sit up suddenly, my mind racing with a very dangerous idea.

Should I propose to him?

My eyes widen.

“Oh my god.”

I clutch my head, my body swaying.

“NO, NO, NO, that’s crazy! I can’t do that! What if he rejects me? What if he laughs? What if he tells me I’m being ridiculous? What if he thinks I’m desperate?!”

I shake my head aggressively.

Nope. Not happening. Not in this lifetime.

But then again…

What if he does like me?

What if he’s waiting for me to confess?

What if this entire time, he’s been hiding his feelings just like I have?

My heart races.

What if he loves me back?

I grab my pillow and scream into it.

“UGHHHHH WHY AM I LIKE THIS?!”

I throw the pillow across the room, hitting my poor study lamp in the process. It topples over, and I wince. “Oops.”

I fall back onto the bed, staring at the ceiling, my mind still spinning.

Eshaan....!!!.

The man who makes my world tilt. The man who makes my heart beat like a freaking drum. The man who—

Oh god.

I really am in love with him, aren’t I?

I groan, yanking the covers over my head again.

This is going to be a problem.

A very, very big problem.

Because the more I think about it…

The more I realize…

I might just be willing to risk everything for him.

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