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unwind with - Uska hi Banana by Arijit Singh And Tum hi Aana by Jubin Nautiyal
He promenaded some foots without looking back... Inhaling a deep breath he throw a lighter on his Lamborghini... In no time the whole area were burning with flames, flames of his fear of losing her, flames of his vulnerability, flames of his passion over her... He burned down the entire area... And tear rolled down from eyes, making the pathway for his molten anger...
He wiped his tears but again breaking into tears... Taking a long steps, he was making his way to Siddharth's car but he halted on his place when bunch of media and police officer approached with horrified expression... That hidden sorrow in his heart, that passion, he was burning himself with an unquenchable rage of which was reflecting in his eyes... His eyes turned darkest shade of red, his face vibrated uncontrollably with burning desire to burned down everything which was separating him from his doctor... He stood emotionless and dreadful in front of the chalw that had taken on a fiery form behind him... Ignoring press and police, he went and sat in the the car... Siddharth stood there, he was helpless... He wanted to cry, cry for his sister but now for him, his Viri was more important who was ready to set everything on fire... Looking the sight where Viransh gone, Siddharth got hold one microphone...
“ What just we did, we are not sorry for that... There will be economical damage but there is no loss of life... Even in this condition Viransh take charge of their life...
I request you do not cover this news... This will lead to downfall of his career... I know his fans and people will praise him but what he did was illegal... I know I am also doing wrong, I will resign after this but I beg you, do not make this any sort of news... ”
Tears of vulnerability and fear for his sister rolled down from his eyes... The tears, the rage and the extreme love for someone made the media present there to feel emotional... One elderly journalist came forward and threw is microphone in fire... Wiping the tears, he fondled hairs of Siddharth in fatherly affection...
“ Mohhabat humain bhi hui thi saab par judai ko bhi rok nahi paye... Har bar Mohhabat burai ke aage nahi jhukegi... Aaj Sirf aur sirf Mohhabat hi jitegi... ”
( We also fell in love, but we could not stop the separation... Love will not bow down to evil every time... Today only love will win... )
Transcripting, that elderly man's vocals and move, all journalists from various news channels tossed their cameras and microphone in the fire... Siddharth made an effort to smile but he was unable to formulate... His gaze traveled to cops...
