Aarohi's POV
She had blocked her.
At first—
everything felt normal.
Like nothing had happened.
After her exams ended—
her vacation began.
She finally had time.
Time to rest.
Time to do what she loved.
She started recording herself.
It was her dream.
To express herself.
To create something of her own.
And now—
she had finally started.
Every time she recorded something—
she felt a small happiness.
A quiet kind of joy.
But in that moment—
a thought always came.
"I should send this to her…"
Her fingers would move—
almost automatically.
Then she would stop.
Reality would hit.
She had blocked her.
So she kept it to herself.
Days passed like this.
In happy moments—
she missed her the most.
Whenever something good happened—
she wanted to share it.
Not with everyone.
Just with her.
Only her.
And that feeling—
confused her.
She tried to ignore it.
But it stayed.
Even in small things—
Aira appeared.
While walking.
While eating.
While doing nothing.
She didn't even realize when she started thinking about her.
It just happened.
Again and again.
Sometimes—
she would open her phone without thinking.
Her fingers searching for a name—
that wasn't there anymore.
She would stare at the screen.
Then lock it quickly.
As if nothing had happened.
But something had.
Every time.
One evening—
she recorded a video.
She smiled seeing it.
For a second—
she felt proud.
And again—
that same thought came.
"I should show this to her…"
Her smile slowly faded.
"No," she whispered.
"I blocked her for a reason."
She tried to convince herself.
Again and again.
But her heart—
was not listening.
She missed her.
More than she wanted to admit.
Sometimes—
she felt worried too.
"Is she okay?"
"Is she fine without me?"
Questions came—
without answers.
One night—
she sat quietly.
Thinking.
"Why am I missing her so much?" she whispered.
"I don't love her… so why does it feel like this?"
Silence.
She let out a small laugh.
A tired one.
"I don't miss her," she said softly.
But deep inside—
she knew—
she was lying to herself.
Because no matter how much she denied it
—
She missed her.
A lot.
A few days later—
Holi arrived.
Aarohi played Holi with her family.
Colors filled the air.
Laughter echoed around.
Music played loudly.
She smiled.
She laughed.
From the outside—
everything looked perfect.
But inside—
something felt incomplete.
While playing—
she suddenly stopped.
Her fingers covered in colors—
she stared at them quietly.
And then—
without any reason—
she thought of her.
Aira.
"Did she play Holi?"
"Does she even like Holi?"
"Or is she the type who stays away from all this?"
She tried to imagine her.
Standing quietly.
Clicking photos of colors—
instead of playing with them.
That thought made her smile a little.
"Yeah… she would do that," she murmured softly.
For a moment—
it felt like she was there.
Like she could share this moment with her.
But then—
reality hit again.
She wasn't there.
And she couldn't be.
Aarohi looked around.
Everyone was enjoying.
Throwing colors.
Laughing freely.
But her smile slowly faded.
Even in so many colors—
something inside her felt empty.
She moved aside for a moment.
Sat quietly—
watching everyone.
And in that silence—
her heart spoke louder.
"This is our first Holi…"
The words escaped her lips.
But it didn't feel like a celebration.
It felt like a memory—
that never got to happen.
She blinked quickly—
trying to hold back her emotions.
"Why am I missing her today?" she whispered.
But deep down—
she knew the answer.
Because some people—
become a part of your life so quietly—
That even in the happiest moments—
their absence feels the loudest.
she stood up.
And Joined everyone.
Smiled again.
As if nothing had changed.
But something had.
Because even on a day full of colors—
her heart felt a little colorless.