His best friend’s wedding.
Aarav’s throat tightened. He closed the video. index of mere yaar ki shaadi hai
Mere yaar ki shaadi hai. My friend’s wedding. His best friend’s wedding
His gaze drifted to the last file. Aarav_Unsent_Letter.docx . He didn’t remember writing that. He didn’t remember uploading it to a shared drive three years ago after a night of too much whiskey. pulled on his jacket
He hit send. Then he closed the laptop, pulled on his jacket, and walked out into the warm, noisy night.
Vikrant_Secrets? His mouse hovered. A part of him, the petty, hurt part, screamed to click it. To find the ammunition. The affair, the bad debt, the embarrassing hobby. But his hand refused to move.