Aniruddh was in his room when he heard the knock at the door. "Aa jaaiye please." He replied while getting up from the chair. He looked at the door and he was shocked would be such an understatement. "Tum? Tum yahan kya kar rahi ho. Chali jao yahan se." He said and turned his back towards the person. "Meri baat sunn lo Aniruddh, itna toh haq hai na tumhari iss bachpan ki dost ka?" Mini said, tears welled up in her eyes. She had seen hate for her in his eyes, where she wanted to see love, all her life. It was her fault, she knew. "Dost? Sahi mein Saudamini? Dost? Dost sach mein tumhare jaise hote hain kya?" Aniruddh asked, a sarcastic smile spread all over his face. Mini was speechless. He wasn't wrong. "Har insaan ko ek dusra mauka milna chahiye na?" Mini said, her head hung in shame. "Dusra mauka? Mere parivaar ko phir se takleef dene ka? Maana main bewakoof hoon lekin ab itna bhi nahi." He said, the sarcasm not leaving his tone. "Mujhe maaf kar do Aniruddh." She said folding her hands, few tears made their way down her cheeks. "Maaf toh maine tumhein kab ka kar diya. Tum jaa sakti ho." He said and again turned his back towards her. She ran from there, crying profusely. Losing someone dear exactly felt like this. Sabko woh aakhri mauka kahan milta hai?
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Me and my Drabbles can never make sense.
Tum Se Tum Tak
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