Ishq Risk / Jungkook ft. Taehyung (India based ff)

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🥀 "Dil ke rishton ka ajab khel hai, meri jaan,
Milte hain toh bichhad jaane ke liye,
ye baat kehta hu saaf saaf.
Kismat se mila tha jo begaana sa laga,
Thi ye mohabbat ya ik sazaa?"

—

Tanishq's Perspective

The London evening was cold, colder than I'd anticipated, making me regret not grabbing an extra layer as I stepped out. But the excitement of seeing Mahi, of finally having a moment together after what felt like ages, kept the chill at bay—at least, initially.

I'd chosen our favorite café, a little place that had become 'our spot' over the many months. It was perfect: cozy, intimate, and just removed enough from the city's hustle to feel like an escape. I was looking forward to this evening, to us, after what had felt like endless days of just missing each other amidst our hectic schedules.

I was finally happy after a stressful week. Just some more minutes and then she'll be here.

Mahi was late. Again.

This wasn't new for us, but today, I felt the delay more keenly. We had both been so busy, me with my meetings and  projects and her with her psychiatry practice, that finding time for each other had become a rare treasure. I checked my watch again, sighing.

The minutes turned to hours, my anticipation slowly soured to frustration, then worry, and eventually, a simmering anger. I knew her job was demanding; I'd always admired her for it, her dedication, her compassion. But tonight, it felt like yet another barrier between us, another evening sacrificed just because of her career.

Finally, she is here. Her scarf flying around due to the wind, Always such a mess.

Her hurried steps and flushed face did little to cool my frustration. "I'm so sorry, Tanishq! There was an emergency with one of my patients, and I just couldn't leave," she said, her breath forming clouds in the cold air.

It was always something. Her patients, her sessions... I wanted to be understanding, supportive, but it felt like we were slipping away from each other, and in no time she'd be far away.

"It's always something, isn't it? Traffic, work... I can't remember the last time we started a date on time. Mahi, it's always your patients, your sessions... Don't I matter too?" I couldn't keep the edge out of my voice.

Her face fell.

Of course, she looked hurt, her eyes widening as if my frustration was a surprise. "Of course, you do. But you know how my job is... My patients needed me. It's not like I can just walk out on them. I'm trying my best here, Tanishq."

"Your best?" I scoffed, my patience snapping. "I always end up waiting for you, making plans that you can't keep. I'm tired, Mahi. It feels like I'm not a priority for you."

"I get that, Mahi, I try my best being an understanding partner but what about what we need? What I need?" My voice grew firmer, frustration bubbling over. "We barely see each other as it is. Every plan we make ends up like this."

Mahi reached out, touching my arm gently. "I know, and I hate that it's like this. But my work is really demanding. You know how much it means to me."

I pulled away slightly, the gesture widening the gap between us both physically and metaphorically. "Yeah, I do. And I respect that. But it feels like your job is always going to be your top priority. Where does that leave us?"

Mahi looked down, struggling to find the right words. "I... I don't know. I wish there were more hours in the day, so I could give everything and everyone the time they deserve, especially you."