PARINAAMA

This is the sixth and final part of this 6 part fictional story series. Everything in this story is purely imaginary with inspirations from real life. Any resemblance to any person or occasion in real life is completely coincidental. 6. New Beginnings With trembling fingers, she opened the message. It was a simple ' hey '. Visibly trembling all over, Miraa hesitantly replied, 'hi Vineeth 😅', hoping that the sweating emoji conveyed her anxiety. The response was immediate. 'Wanna call you to tell something. When can I call?' If Miraa could have run away from the face of the earth, she would have. Unfortunately not having that option, eager to respond yet fearful of what she might hear, she consoled herself by thinking that the worst thing Vineeth could probably say was that he never wanted to speak to her again and to keep things formal between them henceforth. Not being much comforted by this thought but finding no other way, Miraa replied 'Sure, you can cal

This is the fifth part in a 6 part fictional story series. Everything in this story is purely imaginary with inspirations from real life. Any resemblance to any person or occasion in real life is completely coincidental. 5. The Domino Effect It took a long time for Miraa to register that Vasuki had made contact with her, after everything she had done to block all further contact from him, after their last meeting, when the pandemic and lockdown had set in. Furthermore, it had been almost months since Miraa had even checked her own mail since she would usually get notified about assignments through her google classroom and would submit it through there and any other important information regarding classes would be passed through their groups. Why she chose today to open her email, she had no clue. All these thoughts raced in her mind as she stared at the mail blankly, frozen in shock, her heart thumping furiously in her chest, her palms and feet sweating profusely, her stomach tumbling

This is the fourth part in a 6 part fictional story series. Everything in this story is purely imaginary with inspirations from real life. Any resemblance to any person or occasion in real life is completely coincidental. 4. Histories Miraa reeled under her realisations, being too overwhelming to bear. Had she not learnt anything from the behaviour of her abusive father? How had she landed up again in the lap of someone so eerily similar to him? What had happened to her promises to herself that she would never allow anyone to treat her as her father had once done? As her father had once done .....those thoughts took her far back, to her childhood. Miraa's childhood seemed nothing short of normal to the outside observer. She had parents who gave her her basic needs, who let her participate in any event she wanted to and money was definitely of no shortage at her house. Yet there was no home.  Her father and mother never seemed to get along and were forever bickering and snickering a

  This is the third part in a 6 part fictional story series. Everything in this story is purely imaginary with inspirations from real life. Any resemblance to any person or occasion in real life is completely coincidental. 3. Flashbacks Miraa pondered if she ever could give up on her anger on Vasuki and what he had done. Letting go of anger, to her, seemed to be like taking off the label of the bad guy from him. Which she couldn't. She felt she had to hold on to her anger, it was the only thing that seemed to validate her feeling of angst, shame and disgust at what had happened to her. It was the only thing that allowed her to think of him as the bad guy.  Vasuki had been such a charmer and one part of Miraa's heart still yearned to listen to his charming words that melted her. Her anger, it seemed, was the one way in which she could safeguard herself from his charm. She was still scared she would fall for him if she ever let go of what had happened and then happened to meet hi