Hi! yes, this is a thing I'm doing. Also- a blanket disclaimer: I DO NOT own any of the characters or the actual show itself. Those belong to Palki ma'am and team. I only write fanfic.
Continuing on into her room, she looked behind her to see him stuck at the door, eyes wide, darting all over, before coming to rest on the brown wardrobe behind her. Oh. Yes, that was the place where it all started, wasn't it? He'd backed her up and left her speechless with his confession. She remembered his words now. She remembered that conversation like it was yesterday.
*Flashback*
"Why weren't you there Taani?" He moved forward, making her take a step back. His voice, usually so confident, sounded so lost.
"I- I was sick" she remembered the flimsy excuse she'd given her brother when he had invited her to their first basketball match.
"Really? You really think that I can't see through that lie?"
"Not- not a lie, it's the tr-truth" Why was her voice so hesitant? He had to believe that. He couldn't know that she didn't want to come because she was avoiding him. Her back hit the door.
"Trust me Taani, no matter how much you run from the truth, it always follows you. Haunts you." His eyes stared into her as she struggled to form a coherent thought when he was so close. "No one can escape reality Taani. And the truth is that I tried my hardest to stay away from you. To not think about you. But today? Today, when it was such a big day for our college, for our team, for me, I'm not happy. Do you know why? Because you weren't there. You weren't with me. This win felt incomplete without you. I felt incomplete without you Taani. You know why? Cause I love you. I love you Taani."
*End Flashback*
The unshed tears from earlier were making themselves known on his cheeks now, relentlessly streaming down. She moved to call him, but her voice wouldn't cooperate. The damned choked throat was back. She could feel herself losing the battles with her tears and a sob making its way out of her throat. Turning away from his eyes, she hurried to the cabinet for a towel, all the while, keeping a mantra going in her head 'You have nothing to do with each other. He did this. You have to move on. You have to accept this. You have to accept this."
Seeing him still stuck in the doorway, she moved and grabbed his arm, pulling him towards her bed and seating him on it. She'd felt no resistance from him. Handing him the towel, she spoke "use this to dry yourself off. I'll go see if you left any clothes here the last time you visited my brother." and me. She dared not add that in, but both knew they were thinking it. When his hand didn't come up to take the towel from her, she placed it beside him on the bed and turned to move towards the door, when his hand shot out, grabbing her wrist.