Entwined

It began when Sanvika changed her mind. It was the year 2016. Vivaan and Sanvika were in Cambridge. In Harvard University. Doing their Postgrad. They were 23.  One day she just decided that she did not want to be rich anymore. It probably stemmed from her trip to Greece during the summer holidays. She never thought to rebel against her family. She thought that all she can do was live how she is supposed to live according to her family’s wishes. But one evening she walked into Vivaan’s dorm room. Vivaan was in the room with, Jaime, his girlfriend of that time. They were on the bed with Vivaan over Jaime with his shirt off. “Shit, Vicky… Knock before you enter.” Vivaan grabbed his shirt. Sanvika just ignored him and walked in. Jaime did not mind. She knew their relationship. “Sorry. I needed to talk to you immediately.” Sanvika said. “Okay…”  Vivaan puts his shirt back on. “I have decided to drop out,” she said. “Drop out of what?”

The upstairs house had a bed. The rest needed to be bought as well. As they did all this Sanvika stayed in the house itself. On the first day, Sanvika slept on the bed with no mattress. Even when she was used to sleeping on the best of the mattresses, she felt happy and peaceful to be sleeping in her own house.Shardul did help out Sanvika to set up the restaurant. He worked with Sanvika as they brought in the new tables and chairs and a new couch to be placed on the side of the restaurant. The upstairs house was set up similarly.“Mr Flower….”“Hm?”“What is the story behind that dried flower? You said that it’s important.”“It was given to me by someone I love.” He looked into the distance.“Ex-girlfriend?”“I am not sure if she is an ‘ex’. Because she died while we were still dating.” “They were quite cute of

Sanvika came down from her room to the restaurant to see that somebody was sleeping on the couch. And that was not Tariq. The person had a cap over his face. She almost attacked him thinking it is an intruder when she saw the tattoo on his wrist. And his body structure.“Vivaan,” she said out loud.Vivaan removed the cap and looked at her. “Let me sleep ten minutes more. It was a tiring flight.”  He covered his face with his cap again. Sanvika was taken aback and confused for a second. But then she kicked his leg.“Ouch…” He jumped up. “What is wrong with you?”“What are you doing here?”“How can you kick someone you are seeing after three years?” He yelled at her.“How can you say ‘ten more minutes to sleep’ to someone who you see after three years? And, How the hell did you get inside.”“A dark, scary-looking guy opened

Now Vivaan could not understand why he was so frustrated and agitated about what happened with Sanvika. He always had a weird equation with his ‘Vicky’. He always knew that in the end, only she will be his wife. Also, she was his best friend. And the person with who he had his first kiss. She was just Vicky.But that did not mean he had no real feelings for the girls he dated. He was very sincere about them. At the time of Jaime, he even thought that was love. So he sat in his hotel room going over what happened. He spent one sleepless night unable to decide why he felt the way he felt. Usually, Vivaan is always, almost always a happy person. But he was not feeling happy or okay about this.The next afternoon, Sanvika came outside to see Vivaan with Shardul, Suchil and Aaron. They looked at each other. With a plain smartass bitter look.“Yeah, the flight is tonight.” Sanvika heard Vivaan say to Aaron.“We

Sanvika arrived in front of Vivaan’s house, that is Vivaan’s family house on a Sunday morning. She looked up at the grand house. It had been ages since she came to this house.Sanvika walked to them… She tried calling on Vivaan’s mobile, but he was not picking up.There were two security guards at the gate. She walked up to them.“I came to see Vivaan.” She told them.“Does he know you, ma’am?” The guard looked down at her clothes. She was dressed simply in a pair of shorts, a t-shirt, and a shirt over it. Not any branded one. As cheap as they can be. And her hair was tied up with a colourful scarf.“Of course, he knows me…” Sanvika snorted. But then she remembered how the guys may have no idea who she is. “I am Sanvika Singhania.”“Who?”  The guard asked.“You may know the Singhanias, right?”One guard lightly hit