Hello, I am Antara. I have written an AR OS(one shot) here. I plan on writing another part for this one. But just one more part, and that is if you guys like it.
I have three ffs running:
The Moon And the Stars(AR)
In The Dark(AR)
A Red Red Rose(AR)
And I have written another AR OS:
That Night—an AR OS.
I hope you like it, Its from Armaan's point of view. I would like to thank Priyanka and Aanya for this one shot. Priyanka's ff Gangster is definitely worth a read, and Aanya's "Hey Guy" is one of those things I will never forget.
Please comment if you like itJ
US.
We loved each other, made love to each other, had fought with each other, patched up with each other, smiled at each other, understood each other, cried with each other. Each other. We were two complete opposites; I was the super cool one. And she was the nerdy one. It was like sports and English falling in love with each other, stupid yes, but love. i had seen it in her eyes for all these years, felt it in my hear, my soul. Everything had been a fairy tale, and she was my fairy. With just the perfect amount of romance and fights, ours was a perfect couple, or so they called. Today I stand in the church, looking at my watch every now and then, in a business suit, waiting for her to walk down the aisle. Waiting for my fairy to walk down the aisle, and then she would no longer be my fairy, and "they" would never again call us a perfect couple again. She would be married, only I wasn't the groom. It was a handsome guy, who has a bright smile pasted on his face at the moment, it is Siddhant Modi. And once she would be married to this tall, dark, handsome and successful guy, she would be the wife of an honourable man, live in grace and elegance, but she would no longer be my basket. I feel a hand on my shoulder, I turn around to see Shilpa, a woman I would have fallen in love with had it not been for basket. My fiance. She is the best person on this Earth, she accepted me with my flaws and wounds, knowing that i would never love her the way I loved her, the way i loved my basket, my Riddhima. She does not smile at me, because she knows I cant stand another smile in this hall full of smiling people; some excited kids who are seeing a wedding for the first time in their lives, some old men and women smiling understandingly in an experienced sort of a way, and much irritatingly, and most middle aged men and women who had taken time off from their busy schedule to attend the marriage, so they might as well enjoy it. I look at her like a lost kid, she looks at me with love. Just love, no sympathy, no drama, no pity. Just love. I guess if Riddhima was in her place she would have done the same, I know she loves me too. Still. But she has moved on. I dont blame her, or maybe I do. You cant expect me to take it in a very nice manner do you? She should have waited for me. Her love, her great love, did not even possess the power to wait for me for six months.No, but she gets herself off married, to another super handsome guy, a perfect picture. Mr. and Mrs. Modi with their two children. And were do I, her shona, the man she lived for, the man she would die without, fit in? No where, maybe deep down her heart. But that could again be just my imagination. She walks down, and as I had guessed, she looks like a fairy, a complete fairy with her white dress, hair all done up, and make-up. She looks like a fairy. But not my fairy, Siddhant's fairy. She is smiling too, at Siddhant. But I know it does not reach her eyes, I know she is wishing it would me. I wish the same. Trying to look as though she is observing the flowers; orchids roses and lilies, all over the place, she looks around. But I know it is for me. Her eyes rest for a fraction of a second at me, and then at Shilpa's hand on my shoulder. I can swear I saw a glint of apology in her eyes when she looked at me, but when she looked at Shilpa's hand, her expression hardened. She has reached Siddhant now, he looks at her with so much love, and she smiles at him too. My heart squeezes at the sight, could this be happening? My basket getting married to someone else? I desperately wish its a dream, but to tell you the truth, even in my dreams i would not like to see such a thing. I feel suffocated, and not being able to help them, tears escape my eyes. I am crying. Nobody notices except Shilpa, but she keeps quiet. Everyone is looking at the couple in question. I hear him say "I do", loudly. His voice ringing through the hall. And then when its her turn, I almost expect her to run to me, saying sorry, I would accept her no doubt. "I do", she says softly. And I know she looks at me from the corner of her eyes. I make sure she sees hurt, and only hurt. I head towards the door, because I cant stand it any longer. If I saw them kissing, I would definitely break down. Shilpa knows me too well to stop me. As soon as I reach the gate, the hall breaks into applause. Oh, so they are kissing now.I run to my car, and forgetting about everything, I cry hysterically. I remember every moment we had spent with each other, our basket ball matches, our first meeting, when I had proposed to her, when I had proposed to her again, our trips to Lonavla, us. I remember us and I cant stop myself from crying, I cant control my tears. And then I remember them, Siddhant and Riddhima. Their smiles, their understanding. This was the man Riddhima was going to spend her life with. From now, there would be no Armaan and Riddhima, and basket balls will never make two people fall in love with each other; they have learnt their lesson.
From now on, there would be no us.
Love.
AntaraJ
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