Aryan Khan (One-Shots/Short-Stories)

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It was yet another Thursday morning.

Sweat beads trickled down his throat as he continued to run on the treadmill in his usual shorts and a grey vest. His perfectly toned body bulged enough to make any girl fawn over the sight. All the muscles at the right places, lightly tanned complexion, 6 feet height, sharp chiseled jawline, pointed nose, high cheekbones, and those gorgeous hazel-browneyes. He was a living example of a Greek god. 

Aryan Shah Rukh Khan, CEO of Red Chillies Entertainment and Gauri Khan Designs is a man of perfection. From his looks to his work, everything was perfect except his anger and possessiveness. Even after girls threw themselves at him, he was not a playboy. 

He had his heart reserved for that someone special. He believed in soulmates and love and after looking at his parents, anyone will. 

His parents made him believe in everlasting love.

Even after being married for nearly thirty years, they were a perfect couple who were in love with each other. He got off the treadmill and went towards his phone which was ringing continuously and picked it up with a slight smile tugged on his lips.

"Aryan." His best friend Ahaan screeched loudly from the other side making him roll his eyes. 

"I am alive dude." He said, his left hand raking through his messy sweaty black hairs messing them more in the process. Then taking a white towel, he dabbed his face, getting rid of sweat on his body. 

"Yeah Of Course I know that." Ahaan said from the other side, shuffling between the pages. 

"I was thinking, why don't we plan to have a get-together? It's been ages since we met." He said from the other side, making him sigh. 

"And you really think it is a good idea?" He said, a sad smile lingering over his face.

 "Aryan, for God's sake forget about it. It has been more than 3 years and you are still stuck at her. Remember that she dumped you, THE Aryan Khan." Ahaan said, tiringly. 

"If I ask you to forget Riya, will you do it?" Aryan asked in a calm and gentle tone. 

His free hand formed a fist to control his anger. 

"It's different. I and Riya are married and have been in a relationship for the past 8 years. She didn't dump me. Try to loosen up a bit. Get into some short relationship. It will loosen you up." Ahaan suggested. 

"Thanks, dude but only she has right over me. No one else. No one." Aryan muttered, cutting the phone calls as he threw them

 in a corner. His eyes turned red and he bit his lips harshly, trying to control the anger and ragebuilding up in him. Not being able to control it, he threw a hard punch on the nearby wall, nearly hurting hisknuckles in the process. 

He wanted to scream out loud, fall on his knees and cry but not even a single wordleft his mouth. All the memories with her make me feel happy yet so miserable. When it is supposed to heal, why it'shurting? He thought, a tear rolling down his eyes and passing through his cheeks. Before it could pain him more, he left there hiding those memories deep inside him.

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Angling the camera, she captured the picture of the two sparrows who were sitting by the lake. The rising sun cast its orangish-yellowish spell on nature making it all the more beautiful. Her long slender fingers clicked the photos and she chuckled happily hopping on her long legs and making herhair swing in the air. 

Wearing a white short T-shirt and a pair of denim shorts along with a parrot green short jacketcomplimenting her warm ivory skin tone, she looked like a sight for sore eyes. When she felt an eye on her, turning around she glared at the boys who were checking her out. 

"Stupid brats." Mumbling to herself, she searched for her bag and pulling out the bottle of water gulped itdown her throat. 

Satisfying her thirsty self, she sucked in a deep breath with a smile spreading across hernaturally pink lips as her eyes closed on their own enjoying the cool breeze. 

Kiara Gupta, a jewelry designer working under her mother. Photography had always been her deepestpassion and an escape from reality. She loved capturing the moments and later gazing at them. Standing up at aheight of 5 feet and 7 inches, her hair ended till her mid back with a warm ivory skin tone and was more onthe thinner side, with chocolate brown orbs, fluffy cheeks, and a small nose. Soft-hearted and strong-spiriteddefined her the best. She is a total cleanliness freak. Food and her camera are her life after her family. Anintrovert who preferred living in her own world. A perfect example of beauty with brains. 

Sitting in her car, she drove off to her house afraid of her mother's anger which would surely burst at her ifshe was not at the dining table on time. Her eyes fell on her phone as she stopped her car and a smile played,mainly a sad smile as her eyes captured the beauty of the photo which was set as wallpaper.

She shook herhead, trying to erase all the memories that shot up in her head, and pulled herself out of the car running inside herhome. Getting inside her room, she closed it with a huff and kept her things in place. Taking out a pair of denim skinny jeans and a pink crop top, she dashed into the washroom to take a long warm shower.

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