"life is unexpected no one knows who you'll meet at what point of your life and what place they'll hold in your life" just like these two people who are about to get tied by unexpected fate
"Satakshi was in her room, curled up on her bed, a novel clasped in her hands. She had been trying, in vain, to lose herself within its pages, hoping to escape the relentless thoughts of Darsh that shadowed her every moment. Each word blurred as her mind wandered, refusing to grant her the solace she sought."
"As her eyes skimmed over a line describing a husband and wife locked in a playful pillow fight, a vivid memory ignited within her. It was a scene of laughter, of stolen moments between her and Darsh—moments she hadn't allowed herself to revisit until now. A soft, wistful smile graced her lips as the image danced before her eyes, so real it almost felt tangible."
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"But the fleeting happiness crumbled just as swiftly as it had arrived. A tear betrayed her, sliding down her cheek, heavy with the weight of her longing. Her grip on the book tightened as she clutched it to her chest, her heart aching with an intensity she could no longer suppress."
"A sob escaped her lips, raw and unrestrained. She buried her face into the pillow, her tears soaking the fabric as wave after wave of sorrow consumed her. The walls of her room seemed to close in around her, an echo chamber amplifying her pain and the bittersweet memories of what once was. Each tear that fell bore witness to the love she still harbored for Darsh—a love that refused to fade, no matter how deeply she buried it."
MEANWHILE:-
"Darsh found himself seated across from Misti at a bustling café. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, mingling with the hum of conversations and the occasional clink of cups. Despite the lively atmosphere, Darsh remained distant, absently sipping his coffee. The bitter taste mirrored the unease within him, but it did little to settle his restless thoughts."
"He was attempting to mask the chaos in his heart when the café door slammed open with a forceful thud, drawing everyone's attention. Mohit stormed in, his face a storm of fury, his eyes locking onto Darsh like a predator on its prey. Before Darsh could react, Mohit closed the distance in a few quick strides and swung a fist that landed squarely on Darsh's face. Pain shot through Darsh as the impact sent him reeling, his chair scraping backward. He instinctively raised a hand to his cheek, his mind struggling to process the assault."
Mohit's voice erupted, laced with rage and disgust: Sharam toh ab tujhme bachi hi nahi na? Tune Satakshi pe cheat kiya, aur tujhe lagta hai tu ab kisi ke bhi saath move on kar sakta hai?
Darsh's jaw tightened, his face a mix of pain and suppressed anger. He straightened in his chair, his voice steady but tinged with frustration: Mohit, tu in sab se dur reh. Tujhe kuch pata nahi hai. Aur jo tu soch raha hai, waisa kuch nahi—
Mohit cut him off, his voice rising with unrestrained emotion: Apna yeh jhoot bacha ke rakh! Tune Satakshi ko hurt kiya hai, and I'll never forgive you for that. Par tujhe pata hai kya? I'm glad you messed up. Kyunki ab, tune mujhe ek mauka diya hai. I'll do whatever it takes to win back Satakshi's love.
