Chatgpt and Abhirika

So, I was looking for some good fanfictions and I didn't get anything new that suited my liking-- previously that meant, I would sit and put down my thoughts into words but I was feeling kind of lazy and opened chatgpt.

Here are some prompts and chatgpts response...

P.S: These are not exactly what I imagined but I am actually quite inspired to write again.... So sometime soon I will be penning down my own version of the prompts... or maybe something that has been running through my brain ever since Tarika returned.

Prompt 1:

Great now write a short story on Abhijeet and Tarika. Tarika is in danger and Abhijeet rescues her and confesses his feeling. Tarika doesn't respond as she is still angry he did not contact her when she left cid... she asks him how she can trust him but later when Abhijeet is believed to be missing, she realizes her love is greater than her anger and when he returns she runs to him and they acknowledge their love

Response

**Title: "In the Silence of the Heart"**

The city was quieter than usual. A dense fog hung over Mumbai's streets, muffling the sounds of life. Tarika walked briskly through the dimly lit alley behind the hospital, her senses alert. She had been receiving strange messages for days—anonymous threats, silent calls. After leaving CID months ago, she thought she had left danger behind. She was wrong.

Suddenly, a figure lunged from the shadows. A cloth over her mouth. Darkness.

---

When Tarika came to, she was in a warehouse—chained, bruised, and scared, but alive. Her heart pounded, not from fear alone, but from a deep ache she hadn’t admitted for months. *Why hadn’t Abhijeet called?* Not once. Not even a message when she left.

Outside, a black SUV skidded to a halt. Footsteps. And then—

“Tarika!”

Her eyes widened. That voice. Familiar, grounding.

Abhijeet burst in, his eyes scanning the room until they found hers. Fury, worry, relief—all danced across his face. He fought off the captor with clinical precision. Moments later, he was at her side, breaking the chains with trembling hands.

“You’re safe now,” he whispered.

She stared at him, emotions rising like a storm. He helped her stand, steadying her gently.

“You came…” she breathed.

“I never stopped thinking about you,” he said. “Tarika… I should’ve called. I was a coward. I thought if I didn’t reach out, it would hurt less for both of us. But I was wrong. I love you.”

Her face hardened slightly, lips trembling. “You left me in silence, Abhijeet. How can I trust you again?”

He stepped back, the weight of her words slicing through him. But he nodded. “You don’t have to. Not now. But I’ll wait. For as long as it takes.”

---

Days passed. Tarika avoided his calls, even as her heart waged war with her mind. Then came the news.

**Abhijeet was missing.**

An undercover operation gone wrong. No word from him for 48 hours.

She felt the world collapse under her feet.

As she sat alone in her apartment, staring at the last message he had sent—**“I’ll be back. I promise.”**—her tears finally came. Anger melted into fear. And fear into love.

---

It was evening when she rushed to CID bureau, breathless, wild-eyed. And there he was—bruised but alive, walking in with his usual quiet strength.

Their eyes met across the room.

Tarika didn’t wait.

She ran to him. And for the first time in months, she let go of her pride and held him tightly.

“I thought I lost you,” she whispered.

“You almost did,” he murmured. “But I had to come back… to you.”

She pulled back slightly, meeting his eyes.

“I was angry. But I was more scared. I love you, Abhijeet. I always did.”

He smiled softly, touching her face. “Then let’s not waste any more time.”

And in that moment, amidst scars and second chances, two hearts finally found their way home.

Prompt 2:

Write a story where Tarika's ex tries to woo her but her heart is with Abhijeet. Abhijeet notices the ex holding her arm and trying to hold her when she refuses, he gets all possessive and confesses

Response

**Title: "Already Spoken For"**

The CID Bureau was unusually lively that morning. A forensics seminar was being held in the conference hall, drawing experts from across the city. Tarika, now a senior forensic consultant, was in her element—confident, composed, and commanding the room with ease.

But amid the crowd, one man watched her with more than professional interest.

**Rohan Mehra.**

He was tall, charming, and far too smooth for Abhijeet’s liking. A forensic pathologist from Delhi—and Tarika’s ex from years ago.

“Old flame,” Daya whispered, nudging Abhijeet.

Abhijeet grunted, eyes narrowing. “More like an old spark that never caught fire.”

---

After the seminar, Tarika stepped into the hallway to get some air. Rohan followed.

“You were amazing in there,” he said, smiling.

“Thanks,” Tarika replied coolly, already sensing where this was going.

Rohan moved closer. “You know… seeing you again after all these years, I realized something. We shouldn’t have ended the way we did.”

Tarika’s smile faded. “We ended for a reason, Rohan.”

“But people change,” he insisted, gently taking her arm. “We were good together. We can be again.”

She pulled her arm back, firm but calm. “Please don’t—”

“Tarika,” he said, moving to hold her again, “just think about it—”

“I said *don’t*,” she snapped, louder this time.

Before Rohan could say another word, a sharp voice cut through the corridor.

“Is there a problem?”

They both turned. Abhijeet stood there, his jaw clenched, his eyes locked on Rohan’s hand.

Rohan straightened. “No problem, Inspector. Just an old friend—”

“She asked you not to touch her,” Abhijeet interrupted, stepping closer. “That’s not how friends behave.”

Tarika looked between the two men, her breath caught.

Rohan raised an eyebrow. “Is this personal?”

Abhijeet didn’t hesitate. “It is now.”

He stepped beside Tarika, his tone low but unmistakable. “Because if you think she’s available, you’re wrong. She’s already spoken for.”

Tarika's eyes widened slightly. Her heart skipped.

Rohan blinked. “Well. That clears things up.”

He gave a forced smile and walked away, leaving silence in his wake.

Tarika turned to Abhijeet, a flicker of surprise and something softer in her eyes. “That was… unexpected.”

He looked at her, finally letting go of the restraint he’d held for so long. “I didn’t mean to make a scene. But I couldn’t just stand there. Not when someone was trying to take what I—” he paused, then looked into her eyes—“what I care about.”

She stepped a little closer. “You said I’m already spoken for.”

Abhijeet held her gaze, voice quiet now. “You are. If you’ll have me.”

There was a beat of silence. Then her lips curved into a slow, knowing smile.

“I thought you’d never say it.”

And for the first time in forever, she reached for *his* hand—and didn’t let go.

You can try keeping the dialogs in hindi language but english script