The interaction in “A Resurgence of Feelings” reopens a door that Hrishit believed was closed. Riya’s drunken confessions and lively banter evoke feelings of nostalgia and possibility in both of them. They find themselves falling back into old habits, but there’s an unsaid feeling of urgency.
Riya has been reflecting on the extent of her love for Hrishit following the night’s discoveries. She realizes that, despite being drunk, her statements contained realities she can no longer deny. The comfort of their chats, the ease of their connection—these are not things she is willing to let go of. Can she face her anxieties and uncertainties about a future with Hrishit?
Riya’s statements inspire both hope and caution in Hrishit. He understands that clarity is something they both require, not just for their relationship but for themselves. The fun interactions remind him of what he adores about Riya, but he feels the weight of something unsolved.
Hrishit: Morning, Riya! Hope you’ve recovered from last night’s… epiphany session. 😜
Riya: Epiphany session? Excuse me, Mr. Sarcastic. I was just being honest. 😏
Hrishit: Well, honest is just an understatement. I think I got a sneak peek of your poetry skills, philosopher mode, and a secret love for plums—all in one night. 😅
Riya: Oh, shut up. 🙄 What are you trying to say?
Hrishit: Nothing much. Just that… maybe we should talk. In person.
Riya: In person? Why? Isn’t chat enough? I mean, look at us—we’re practically Shakespearean here. 🤓
Hrishit: Shakespearean, yes. But even he didn’t write entire plays without setting the stage. 😉
Riya: Hmm… where’s this stage you’re planning to set, Hrishit? 😏
Hrishit: Somewhere quiet. Neutral territory. No distractions, no excuses. What do you say?
Riya: Sounds serious. Should I be worried?
Hrishit: Only if you don’t show up. 😜
Riya: 😤 Fine. When and where?
Hrishit: Tomorrow. 5 PM. That café near the park—you know, the one where they serve that weird green tea you like?
Riya: Weird? It’s called matcha, you uncultured swine. 😡
Hrishit: Matcha or not, I’ll be waiting. Don’t leave me hanging.
Riya: I won’t. But don’t expect me to go easy on you. 😉
Hrishit: Wouldn’t dream of it. See you tomorrow, Riya.
Riya: See you, Hrishit.
The day passed in a blur for Hrishit. As he tried to focus on work, his thoughts kept drifting back to the conversation he’d had with Riya. Tomorrow wasn’t just another day—it was a crossroads.
That night, lying in bed, he stared at his phone, scrolling through old chats. The laughter, the debates, the moments of vulnerability—it all felt like fragments of a puzzle that had led them to this point. He typed a message but deleted it before sending.
Meanwhile, Riya sat on her balcony, the cool breeze brushing against her face. She replayed Hrishit’s words in her mind, her heart caught between excitement and nervousness. Tomorrow, she would have to decide whether to cling to her fears or take a leap of faith. She glanced at the moon and whispered to herself, “I hope I don’t mess this up.”
