Mink’s P.O.V
As Abhay and I stood in front of the tranquil Jharna on this quiet evening, the sound of water cascading down the rocks filled the air, creating a serene atmosphere around us. The light of the rising sun painted the sky in hues of orange and pink, casting a warm glow over the landscape. It was one of those rare moments of peace amidst the chaos that had engulfed our lives lately.
Abhay took a sip of his beer, his expression thoughtful as he gazed out at the flowing water. I watched him for a moment, envying his ability to find solace in something as simple as a drink.
At that moment, I wished I could join him, to let go of all the worries and fears that had been weighing heavily on my mind since last afternoon.
"I envy you, Abhay," I confessed, my voice barely above a whisper. "I wish I could drink too, just so I could forget everything that happened today."
Abhay turned to look at me, his eyes reflecting understanding mixed with a hint of concern.