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Siddhant drove slowly, thinking. What was he going to do? Wait, did he have to do anything? Why was Armaan back? Was he back for good? Would Rhiddima leave him now? Would she be able to stay wholeheartedly? Did he want her to stay?
The questions ran through his head, around and around in circles. His head was spinning and he was hungry and tired. He'd become spoiled, he was used to having Rhiddima there to cook for him, to feed him. He'd pretty much be screwed if she wasn't there. And now that the possibility of her leaving'.
HONK!!!!!!!
The rude honking of the cars lining up behind him rudely interrupted his thoughts. Pulling over to the side of the road he thought 'Wait stop dude! What are you doing? Stop panicking! Just. Stop. Ok let's think this out. Come on Sid, let's be' rational. What are you talking about, you can't be rational. Shut up! Yes you can!'
Sid groaned it was at times like this that he wished he could stay mature for longer periods of time. Sure when the occasion called for it he could be responsible, but the second he was alone, he couldn't focus, his mind wandered, no matter how important the subject was. Just like it was now, 'FOCUS DAMMIT!' he thought. 'Focus! Wife. Armaan. Problem. Focus!'
He sighed leaning back onto the headrest; he glanced at the clock, 8:30, 30 minutes till he had to show up for his shift. He couldn't do it, he couldn't focus. He' was overreacting. He was insecure. He' was looking straight at Armaan Malik!
Armaan stared at the road watching the vehicles passing by on the road. Each car seemed to have a story, a hurried executive, a housewife out for groceries, parents taking children to school, school buses full of children, autos with aunties, uncles on scooties and bikes, even a bhel gaddi. He wondered if Siddhant was one of those people in the cars, maybe he took his daughter to school. Or maybe Rhiddima did that, maybe Rhiddima had started driving. Now that he thought of it more, their daughter wasn't old enough to go to school. At least he didn't think so. She could only be a little more than four right? He'd only been gone six years' she couldn't have possibly forgotten him that quickly right?
STOP just stop you idiot! Just stop thinking about it!
He hadn't gotten to the hotel; that was where he was headed, but was ambling along and had ended up here. At the small roadside tea stall, sipping tea and wondering how someone's world can do a 180 in one day. Or hours. He was thinking himself in circles, he was going nowhere, so far he'd thought of Rhiddima, Siddhant, and Ashita more times than he could count. He should probably leave, before someone he knows sees him and has to have the awkward job of telling him that his reason for living had pretty much forgotten him. He figured by now he was going literally crazy, at the very lease he was delirious' or delusional. Yup he was delusional, because Siddhant Modi was walking towards him that very moment.
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