His Fragile Rose. [Completed]

Love, An Addiction Of Broken Heart.

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"Why would one weave hope in love when
the heart pays?"

_Aastha.

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"Congratulations." Mehak nodded with a polite smile at the dignitaries and directors before excusing herself. The corner of her eyes caught the unndividing gaze of Yuvdutt again. She breathed in relief and the uneasiness rumbled down a little as she walked away from the pinning stare of Yuvdutt.

"Mehak." The uneasiness crashed back into her.

She forced a smile, "Yes?"

"Can we talk? I won't take much time." The hope in his voice made her feel guilty, even when she had no reason to. He sensed her hesitation, "Friends talk, don't they?" Mehak almost sighed. She avoided him for the past two years. He apologized, tried to make small talks, made attempts to restore their friendship but she blocked all his attempts. Selfishly, she wanted to blame him for Aksh's suicide but she knew it was not him. Yuvdutt didn't matter to Aksh, but she did, his family did.

She nodded grimly, knowing she had reached a stage where she can't continue to avoid him. She had to stop this. The only problem was she didn't know how to make it anymore clear to him. She was always clear about her feelings regarding him, said him the same, but Yuvdutt was insistent. And though she cannot help it, she did feel guilty for turning him down again and again.

"Hey." Yuvdutt whispered, taking a seat in her cabin. "Hey." She replied, trying to not let her awkwardness show.

"It's awkward." Yuvdutt started with a chuckle, "You must be finding me a maniac, stalking you creepily even when you have made it quite clear that I could never mean anything to you, not even a friend after what I did." He chuckled again, a sad chuckle, "More than once I must add." The guilt was back in her mind.

"Yuvdutt-"

"No, let me speak please." He moistened his lips, almost staggering in his stance. "I do sound like a complete freak, even to myself. Perhaps even a fool cause everytime I convince myself to bury my feelings, my heart weaves a false hope that maybe one day I might just change your heart. That false hope keeps me insane and why not. Love is tempting enough to lose every bit of sanity. The thought of having you reciprocate my feelings back blocks every rational thought." Mehak felt her heart crack. The love encased nothing but pain. There were them, so in love with each other yet so far and then there was the one sided feelings of Yuvdutt.

How could the soft erupting flutters in the heart could become so excruciatingly complicated?

She felt sympathetic, for Yuvdutt, for herself, for Aksh, "There is no hope, Yuvdutt." She repeated. She knew it would not help his pain but he had to accept it, "Don't waste your life like this. For something which has no cause, no hope, nothing but pain. The more you invest yourself, the more your heartache will deepen. The wait will give you nothing."

Yuvdutt nodded. His lips wore a smile, a defeated smile, "Aren't you following the same wait?" Mehak looked up quizzically.

He elaborated.

"You two are divorced. Aksh was away, miles away with no contact for two years, yet you-" His sentence stayed half hung with silence. "You are telling me to not let myself ruin like this. But are you following the same? You are still stuck there. You are still his rose, even when you two are separated physically, legally, everywhere. Aren't you waiting too? For what? He will go back. I don't see any hope there either. But you are still there. You still love him. Why?"