“Ishqi, it’s okay. Tumne aisa kuch bhi nahi bola jiske vajah se tumhe apne aap par naaraz hone ki zaroorat hai!”
“Jo kuch bola wo to tumhe yaad hi nahi!”
Inwardly sighing, he smacked his suddenly saddened heart.
“Tumhe khud par naaraz hone ki kya zaroorat hai! Naaraz to mujhe hona chahiye,” his heart muttered listening to which his evil mind laughed like never before.
“Of course, she doesn’t remember, YOU IDIOT! Last night was just a moment. A weak moment where her intoxicated senses couldn’t see beyond you but now that she is in her sane state of mind, you are nobody to her. You understand, YOU IDIOT?” His mind’s sarcasm mercilessly stabbed his heart.
“But… she called it the best moment in her life…” his heart innocently whispered, wandering in the lanes of the previous night when she had flaunted her right on him that he himself didn’t know when he let her have!
“Idiot! You will always be an idiot, won’t you? Have you forgotten the day when your mother had called you the best gift in her life? Look around. Where is she? When are you going to learn? Your mother didn’t stay. Ishqi isn’t here to stay either.” His mind sighed at how foolish his heart had always been. Despite seeing betrayals one by one, it still had the audacity to desire love in his life. Desire her in his life!
His heart chose silence, falling into the deep hole of agony. His mind was right, fate had never let it have what it truly adored. How could it even dream life with her even in his wildest dream?
“She isn’t yours! She never was,” his mind stated.
His heart skipped a beat upon recalling all of the shooting stars it had let go of without making a wish. Exhausting that stockpile in a go, he quietly made a wish to all of those shooting stars. “Either make her mine or make me hers.”
“Either make her mine
Or
Make me hers!”
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RBTL – Reading Between the Lines. This is a scene write-up.
Drama Name – Ishk Par Zor Nahi.
Awesome
The miserability of so called Khadoos Ahaan Veer Malhotra which every body can’t understand 🥺 you need a special heart and eyes to see and understand that poor heart of childish Ahaan who doesn’t want but actually needs so much of love🥺 For that version of AVM, you have to be ‘Ishqi’ 🫶🏻🩷 Hats off to the writer i.e. our adorable Harshada who makes us feel connected with IPZN so beautifully 🥹🫶🏻🩷