Destiny decided to be merciful towards me when Arnav was decided to play the lead in the next show of Satya Productions in which I was the dialogue writer. I had resolved to work irrespective of the situation but the presence of Arnav helped my confidence and health improve by leaps and bounds.
"Shayla, Tum Woh Sukoon Ho Jo Har Dard Ko Mita Sake, Woh Sukoon Jiski Sirf Ek Keemat Ho Sakti Hai, Bepanaah Aur Beinteha Pyaar. Main Woh Keemat Chukane Ke Liye Taiyyar Hoon, Kya Tum Meri Zindagi Main Meri Sukoon, Meri Sab Kuch Ban Ke Reh Jaogi?" asked Arnav Singh Raizada, enacting his role of Piyush with perfection and sincerity.
His acting seemed to make the chords of my heart hum a familiar yet distant tune. A part of me wanted to be the actress or rather the one to whom he was uttering those words written by me. His acting and his diction seemed to complete my dialogues, just like his concern completed me.
The saner part of me immediately shook it off. How could I possibly think of Arnav in a romantic way? He respected me and loved me in a platonic way and expectations rising above that would be disrespecting his surreal love for me.
It was not the first time I was getting enamored by him and I was fighting hard with myself to not fall hard for him. But the destiny and my heart seemed to betray me. I wondered if he would continue to respect me and care for me in the same way if he realizes there is more to the smile I give him. There is more than just friendliness in the way my eyes keep searching for him.
Although I had grown stronger to ignore certain taunts of the society, I don't think I am beyond being vulnerable. What if they tag me as characterless and the society tags my attempt to suicide as a publicity stunt? I know they are not beyond doing that and there are many who would await and opportunity of that sort to ensure that I am taunted and broken.
How right is it to place society above your love and hide it? Once I heard the society and it led me to suicide, maybe if I listen to love, for one last time, it would lead me to my solace. Little did he know that he was my muse for writing the dialogue he had spoken for another lady and it was my earnest desire to be the one to tell him that dialogue.
"Hey Khushi! What happened? You look lost," he said, walking up to me. The concern floating in his amber pools melted every complaint of mine and left just bliss behind. That moment I knew that if I was losing this bliss then it wouldn't be without a fight. I would try. Try till my last hope shatters.
"I need to tell you something. Promise me that you won't judge me or hate me," I whispered so that only he could hear. After all only the one who held the reins of my heart had the right to listen to the story which my heartbeats wished to tell.
He nodded as he walked towards a secluded place and I followed him, my eyes never leaving him. His sight seemed to calm me like no aphrodisiac ever could and my raging hormones translated it into myriads of bright feelings.
"Arnav, Tum Woh Sukoon Ho Jo Har Dard Ko Mita Sake, Woh Sukoon Jiski Sirf Ek Keemat Ho Sakti Hai, Bepanaah Aur Beinteha Pyaar. Main Woh Keemat Chukane Ke Liye Taiyyar Hoon, Kya Tum Meri Zindagi Main Meri Sukoon, Meri Sab Kuch Ban Ke Reh Jaoge?" I say, looking into his eyes expressing his surprise and confusion at my words.
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Edited by -Slytherclaw- - 8 years ago
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