Wounds of the Heart (दिल के घाव)💔

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As the goodbyes were exchanged, a strange tension hung in the air between Kunj and Abhimanyu. Twinkle, oblivious to the undercurrent, announced her plans to crash at Niya's place for the night. With everyone dispersing, Kunj found himself alone, his gaze lingering on Abhimanyu.

Abhimanyu, mustering his courage, took a hesitant step forward. Perhaps, he thought, this was the chance he'd been waiting for, a chance to mend the broken bridge between them. But before he could voice his offer of a ride, Kunj spoke.

"Arjun, mind if I crash at your place for the night?" Kunj asked, his voice laced with a hint of weariness.

Arjun, ever the charmer, beamed. "Of course, Kunj! No problem at all. Happy to have you." The unspoken invitation hung in the air, a reminder of his long-held feelings for Kunj.

With a curt nod towards Abhimanyu, Kunj climbed into Arjun's car, leaving Abhimanyu standing alone on the curb. A wave of disappointment washed over him, a bitter echo of the past.

As Arjun drove away, Abhimanyu watched the taillights disappear into the night. Regret gnawed at him, a stark reminder of his past mistakes. But amidst the dejection, a flicker of determination ignited within him.

"I won't give up this time," he vowed silently, his grip tightening on the steering wheel. "Before, fate took you away from me. But not this time. I love you, Kunj, and I know you love me too."

With this newfound resolve, Abhimanyu started his car, the engine roaring to life. He wouldn't wait for chance encounters or awkward silences. He would face Kunj, express his feelings, and fight for a second chance. The road ahead might be riddled with potholes, but Abhimanyu was determined to navigate them, his heart set on a future where their love story wouldn't end abruptly, but would blossom anew.
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The guest room at Arjun's place was a haven of comfort, a welcome respite after the emotional rollercoaster of the day. Arjun, ever the hospitable host, showed Kunj in, the faint scent of lavender soap wafting from the crisp sheets.

"Make yourself at home, Kunj," Arjun said, a hint of his past crush lingering in his eyes. "Anything you need, just say it."

Just then, a knock at the door shattered the comfortable silence. Arjun opened it to find a rather disheveled Abhimanyu standing on the doorstep.

"Abhi? What's going on?" Arjun asked, surprised.

"Car trouble, man," Abhimanyu slurred slightly, his voice thick with what sounded like suppressed . "Dead battery, no mechanic in sight, and your place was the closest. Mind if I crash here for the night?"

Arjun, despite the unexpected turn of events, couldn't help but grin. "Of course, no problem at all. Come on in, you reprobate."

A nervous smile played on Kunj's lips as he watched the exchange. There was something about Abhimanyu, even in this slightly intoxicated state, kunj can catch when he lies.

"Just like old times, huh?" Abhimanyu nudged Kunj playfully, his words slightly garbled.

Kunj rolled his eyes, a hint of a annoyance tugging at the corner of his lips. "Yeah, right," he replied, unable to fully mask the amusement in his voice.

Arjun, ever the party animal, grabbed three bottles of beer from the fridge. "Anyone up for a nightcap?"

"Always," Abhimanyu declared, snatching a bottle and popping the cap open with a flourish. Arjun followed suit, offering a bottle to Kunj, who opted for a fruit beer instead.

As the night wore on, the conversation flowed freely, fueled by the amber liquid. Arjun, loosened up by the beer, regaled them with hilariously exaggerated stories of his college days. Abhimanyu, ever the comedian, added his own colorful commentary, his laughter echoing through the room. Kunj, usually reserved, found himself caught up in the infectious merriment, shaking his head at their antics but secretly enjoying their camaraderie.