Arhi Drabble: Sometimes reality is better than fantasy!

"Khushi, mat jao... Please." (Don't go)

"What am I supposed to do Arnav? How am I supposed to stand and watch you hop from one girl to another? Do you know how I feel when I see those girls throwing themselves at you? Do you know how it feels when you're so indifferent to my presence all the time? Do you really thing jealousy is the answer to everything? Every time we have a fight, you flirt with another girl because you know I can't see it and I will run back to you. How about, for a change, you try to understand what your actions do to me. How about we make this about me and take the limelight away from you. It has always been about you, Arnav. But not anymore. I'm not going let you hurt me more than you already have. Goodbye Arnav. I'm going to love you forever, but sometimes, it's just not meant to be. Sometimes, love hurts more than it heals."

"Khushi... Please. I'm sorry."

She left without looking back at the vulnerable boy, fallen on his knees, begging for her forgiveness. He sat there, regretting all the decisions he had taken in the past 5 years. Everything had led to this moment. The moment when she walked away, never to return.

"And CUT. Good shot guys. Pack up." The director said, feeling relieved that they were finally ready for the play that was to be held the next day.

As everyone walked out of the room, no one seemed to notice the raw pain reflecting in the eyes of two people. Tears fell continuously while they looked at each other, hoping and praying that this would never happen to them. The play was emotionally draining them out and they could both feel it.

As she walked towards him, going into his awaiting arms, she felt her sobs get louder. His comforting arms pulled her into a tight hug while his hands moved up and down her back in the hope to soothe out her pain. This had become an everyday ritual ever since they had started shooting for the play.

"Arnav..."

"It's okay Khushi. I've got you."

"You're not going to do something like this to me, right? I'm scared. Scared out my wits. I'll never be able to get through if you do something like this to me."

"Khushi, I love you. This is just a play. We're going to get through this."

"Hamesha na?"

"Always"

Unres'

Ok. It has been a while since I have commented on any story. So, I am a little rusty.😆 Bear with me.

Where do I start? From the basics, maybe- I liked this drabble. Really, really liked it. The way you painted two very contrasting pictures in just a few words was amazing. I loved the harsh intensity of the first half. The second half was almost heartbreakingly sweet. I love the concept of them as actors. I have no idea why that works but this AU clicks with me.

Time to get back to writing, Ananya.

Regards

Archana

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Ummm

Chorry for such a great delay... *not seeing ur face while apologizing due to death glare guven by u*

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Well wat shud i say kiddo, u r really a very good writer..

While i was reading this i didnt think that the scene was happening onscreen while offscreen they are soulmates..

I wish everyone has this kind of reality in their life...

It was really a good drabble kiddo.. *Thumbs up*

P.s: I have really forgotten how to comment on the story.. the touch is gone entirely.. i m hell nervous while i m typing this comment.. hope my comment is not dat bad.. Or is it???😕

Review my commemt n let me know what u think 😛😆😎

The spell is broken. You can write again haha!

It was super adorable how khushi has aashu in her eyes even for a play.

But why did they use arnav and khushi for the play too?

Well, I purposely did it. If I would have changed their name in the beginning only then everyone would get to know that this isn't reality. I wanted to make it look real, and not some kind of an acting! 😆