chaahat pe apni mujhko, yu toh nehi ikhtiyar
phir bhi ye socha dil ne, puchoon tujhise ekbaar
tu hi ye mujhko baata de, chahoon main ya na
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"You sure we should not intervene?"
Dhara considered her roommate's question and then stared back at Imlie critically. She was curled up on the couch, wrapped in a gigantic towel, and crying. That's pretty much what she'd been doing since the last sixteen hours or so. "Intervene and do what?"
"I don't know," Pihu shrugged, "get her drunk? Tell her all men are douchebags? Making plans to taser her douchebag?"
"He's not a douchebag," Dhara defended her boss. Pihu rolled her eyes and gestured at Imlie exaggeratedly, "evidence would say otherwise. Look how much he made her cry!"
"You don't know the details," Dhara argued.
"Do you?"
Dhara didn't, so she made a face, "I know more than you. Hey Imlie, you want something to eat?"
"No," she mumbled.
"Are you going to stop crying anytime soon?" Pihu questioned.
"No," Imlie replied equally morosely.
"You want us to egg his house, and car?"
"What! No!"
"Do you know how much eggs cost?" Dhara grumbled in mock outrage, trying to cheer up Imlie, to make her laugh. Imlie sniffed.
"It's okay, it's not his fault," Imlie rubbed her eyes.
"See I told you!" Dhara muttered under her breath so only Pihu would hear. It was wasted because Pihu retorted with a fierce, "Can you believe this crap? Imlie, girl, you don't have to defend him. We all understand that boyfriends are douchebags."
"He isn't," Imlie protested. "He just," she sighed deeply, "he never even gave me a chance to tell what I figured out."
"What that?"
"Never mind," Imlie said quickly. She tried to pet Pihu's gray Persian cat, it was more like a small ball of furry wool. But with the temper of a wild wolf, she hissed at her and swiped at her hand with claws out. Imlie snatched her hand back quickly.
"Don't mind this nasty creature," Pihu sighed as she picked up the cat. "Crayons hates humans. She only tolerates me because I feed her, don't you, you furball."
Pihu took her cat inside, mildly scolding her for her anti-social attitudes. Dhara sat next to Imlie. "You will be alright?" she asked softly.
"Yes, I just need some time."
"What happened? You want to talk?"
Imlie shook her head.
"Okay," Dhara patted her head, "stay here as long as you need, okay? Don't stress about that on top of everything. Plus I'm sure things will sort out, Sir will come back to his senses in no time."
"He'll want to take me back," Imlie nodded, with more conviction than what Dhara felt. Honestly, she was just consoling Imlie, didn't really believe someone like Aryan Singh Rathore would bend first and come to apologize. "But I'll not go back with him," Imlie said.
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Arylie FF: I'm Happy Here With You
Fanfiction***Now Completed*** Their lives, relations & emotions came to a point of standstill after the truth of Malini Tripathi nee Chaturvedi came out. Imlie was trying to find a balance between her work, studies & multiple families, Aditya was adamant abou...
