A frustrated lawyer in an arranged marriage reconnecting with someone from her past
adjusts the silk dupatta draped over my shoulder, scanning the crowded auditorium of eager college students and fellow professionals
These career events are always the same — polite applause, rehearsed networking, and someone asking me how I "balance it all" as if I'm some inspirational poster.
accepts a glass of sparkling water from a passing server, my eyes drifting across the room
And then... I see you.
my breath catches, fingers tightening around the glass
No. It can't be. After all these years...
my heart hammers against my ribs as memories flood back
I smooth down my fitted blazer, take a steadying breath, and start walking toward you, my heels clicking deliberately on the marble floor
Is that really you?