Chapter 45

                                    

                                          
Hello.... I'm back.
First of all...
Happy New year to all of you. 🎊🎊🎊
Hope this 2025 brings loads of joy prosperity and growth in your life. May you, your families and your friends are blessed with abundance of love and health. 💖💖✨✨
Sorry for being absent. My semester exam started, got over with them this 31st only.
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The warm sunlight fills the garden painting the floor golden. I settle into my chair, books spread out on the small table before me. 
It's late morning, and the air feels crisp and alive, mingling with the earthy scent of the forest. I breathe in deeply, letting the moment soothe me. 
Today is better, much better. And it's all because of Abhiraj and a warm cozy sleep.
His presence last night, and the way he coaxed me out of my emotional slump without judging me, it still lingers in my chest. 
I am feeling lighter, more focused. 
I decided to continue agriculture today, though it isn't my favorite but I don't hate it too. And at any cost I'm not going to overwhelm myself.
I flip through my notes, highlighting the important topics with my pen. And start with APMC mandi, last time I read, the concept was not that clear.
An hour or two later a soft ping from my phone interrupts my rhythm. I glance at the screen. It's a message from Abhiraj.
What are you doing?
My lips curl into a smile. 
Feeling good, right?
Are you stuck on anything?
I take a moment to reply, my fingers dancing across the keyboard.
                                                                                                                  Studying agriculture. 
And yes, I'm feeling much better.
 Thank you for asking😊. 
Nothing tricky yet, but I'll let you know if something comes up.
I send the message and keep my phone back, but when the screen remains blank, my smile falters. 
Delivered but not read.
Frowning, I stare at the screen for a second longer than necessary.
He's probably busy. He's always juggling ten things at once, meetings, calls, emails. 
I wait a minute or two, but when no reply comes, I put the phone face down on the table and force myself to return to the mandi and e-portals on my page.
The words blur slightly as my mind drifts back to the phone. 
Why am I getting so restless? He must have gotten a call or something.
It's ridiculous, but I glance at it every few minutes. 
Each time, it's the same, silence.
I sigh, tapping my pen against the edge of the table. When the urge to check becomes too strong, I reach for my phone again.