I am not the only traveller
Who has not repaid his debt
Imlie watched, scared as Aryan broke the frame on the wall. One with Aditya’s picture. She didn’t know the reason behind this rage. She didn’t know why he was so hell bent on destroying Aditya’s life.
Except she did know.
She knew how much rage he carried, but never showed. She knew how hurt he was, but never cried about it. She knew how much he cared about people, but could never express it. She knew how he felt so much, but never let himself really feel all of it.
In all this time he had been handing out debts to her, she has gotten to know him.
So why did it feel like she never knew him?
Why was this Aryan scaring her?
Was she scared because of him? Or for him?
I've been searching for a trail to follow again
Take me back to the night we met
Today, she had called him someone else. Today, she had denied what they had between them. Today, she drew a line between them again.
But all she could think about was how they had crossed all lines with each other.
How they knew each other so much better than anyone else. How he was able to read what she was thinking without her telling him. How she was almost always able to tell when he wasn’t being honest.
If she could go back, if she went through every moment they spent together, would she know what was brewing in his head?
And then I can tell myself
What the hell I'm supposed to do
Maybe then she would know what to do now? What would become of them now? What should she think now? What should she feel now?
She asked him to give up his revenge for her, and expected him to do it. He didn’t.
She tried to hurt him by calling him someone else, and expected him to hurt. He didn’t.
Was it really only her?
Was she the only one opening herself up to him?
Was she the only one affected by him?
And then I can tell myself
Not to ride along with you
She knew she was wrong. She knew she wasn’t alone in this, whatever they had.
But looking at all of the things that have happened, all the things they went through, did she really have the strength to go through another heartbreak?
Because Imlie could agree that her heart was breaking.
Knowing all the ways Aryan and her had connected, and knowing how much Aryan hated Aditya, would she go through all of it again, with Aryan?
She wouldn’t.
I had all and then most of you
Some and now none of you
Take me back to the night we met
She would. She definitely would.
She couldn’t imagine her life without what Aryan Singh Rathore meant to it.
She wanted to go back, back when they were happy, when they were only play-fighting, when they were not like this, whatever they were now.
She had had all he could offer to her. She hadn’t appreciated it then.
And now, when he wasn’t offering her anything, she wanted more.
Was she wrong in doubting his intentions with her? Yes she was, she knew she was.
But she couldn’t help it. In what world Imlies’ were anything more than anything for Aryan Singh Rathores’?
She just wanted to go back to a time when they were happy.
I don't know what I'm supposed to do
Haunted by the ghost of you
Oh, take me back to the night we met
Aryan watched the look in Imlie’s eyes.
He had seen the fear in her eyes yesterday too. She was scared of him. Finally, he thought.
Why don’t you like it? His conscious whispered.
He couldn’t believe what she was doing getting involved in his fight with Aditya Kumar Tripathi. Why was she jeopardising her future for that man? Why couldn't she see him for what he was?
Aditya Kumar Tripathi held so much power over Imlie that he didn’t recognise this girl she turned into because of him.
He wanted the woman back. The woman who was feisty. The woman who could fight anyone. The woman who could put even Aryan Singh Rathore in place with just a few words. The woman who cared for him. The woman who he cared for.
The thing was, Aryan cared for this ghost girl too.
But he still wanted the woman to be back.
When the night was full of terrors
And your eyes were filled with tears
She moved towards him slowly, and Aryan just kept on watching.
She took his hand in her own, the blood tainting hers too.
Suddenly, the situation was reversed.
This night, like all those months back, one of them was breaking.
He had supported her when she had fallen, would she do the same for him?
He was there for her when she was crying her heart out, would she stand by him too?
Would she be able to see his pain like he had? Or would she turn away?
When you had not touched me yet
Oh, take me back to the night we met
He waited with bated breath to see what she would do next.
He didn’t wait for long.
She dragged him to sit down on the lounge, and took out the first-aid box from beneath the table. All this while, her touch didn’t leave him.
He watched as she cleaned his wound, he felt the sting, he heard her hiss, he saw her wrap the bandage around his hand.
He watched as she didn’t let go.
He just wanted to feel like he felt before he knew her touch, because now, he didn’t want her to let go.
I had all and then most of you
Some and now none of you
Take me back to the night we met
Her touch reminded him of that day. The day she had called him out by his name. The day she had called him Aryan.
He knew that was a big deal for her.
He knew she was afraid then.
And now, when he looked in her eyes, he saw the same fear again.
Not fear of him, but fear for him.
But she wasn’t calling him Aryan today.
She wasn’t calling him anything today.
She wasn’t even looking at him today.
He tried to catch her gaze, his head tilting to look at her, to make her look at him. His fingers clenched around hers, urging her to look up at him.
She let him go.
I don't know what I'm supposed to do
Haunted by the ghost of you
Take me back to the night we met
He wanted it back. He wanted her touch back. He wanted her eyes back on him. He wanted to hold her again. He wanted her to call him Aryan again. He wanted her to be like she was again.
He wanted her to be by his side.
He didn’t know if he’s even supposed to ask her for it.
But he wasn’t going to ask for it.
He had done enough.
He had given enough.
He had defended himself enough.
When this girl was gone and the woman decided to make her appearance again, he would think of asking her any of the things he wanted to ask.
But until then, Aryan Singh Rathore was done with Imlie.
He just wished that Imlie wasn’t done with him too.
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