The fight

Ishaan was driving with his brain on autopilot, while his mind was analysing Manya’s response- or lack thereof, to his confession.

*He was torn in half, some part of him had wanted her to hear the confession right at that moment so she could have put him out of his misery, either by accepting his love or by stomping on his dreams- at least he wouldn’t have had to live in this uncertainty for a moment longer. And yet, the rational part of him was sure that she didn’t believe in marriage and she saw him as her best friend, so he pretty much didn’t want to ruin that. He was somewhat satisfied by the fact that she was a part of his life, no matter in what capacity. His mind had been working on a plan to draw her to himself, to offer respite from the self-sabotaging thoughts.*