Scene - 1
“Ananya,” Varun began, his voice trembling slightly. He took a deep breath and knelt on one knee, holding out a simple yet elegant ring. “Will you marry me?”
Gasps filled the room. His mother beamed, his father nodded approvingly, and Ananya’s parents looked pleased but Ananya froze.
She stood, her hands trembling slightly, and looked around the room before meeting Varun’s hopeful gaze. Her voice was steady, but the pain in her eyes betrayed her.
“Varun,” she began softly, “This month has been special for me too, and I’ll always cherish it. But I can’t marry you.”
The room fell silent, the weight of her words crashing down on everyone. Varun’s smile faltered, and the light in his eyes dimmed. “But… why?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
"I just can't" then she leave.
Scene - 2
It was a breezy evening when Ananya decided it was finally time to tell Varun the truth.
Varun agreed to meet her at their favorite café. As she walked in, she spotted him sitting at their usual corner table, sipping coffee. He looked the same—calm and collected—but there was something different about his eyes. They didn’t have the same spark she had once been able to read so easily.
Ananya felt nervous. She took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves. “I’ve been meaning to talk to you for a while now. There’s something I need to tell you.”
Varun tilted his head slightly, his expression unreadable. “Actually, before you say anything,” he began, cutting her off, “there’s something I need to share with you too.”
Her heart skipped a beat. The slight smile on his lips felt like a dagger to her chest. “I’m getting married,” he said, his voice steady but void of emotion. “The engagement’s next week.”
The world seemed to tilt beneath her feet. Ananya felt as if all the air had been sucked out of the room. She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out.
Her carefully rehearsed confession crumbled to dust as his words echoed in her mind. He’s getting married.
Scene - 3
The living room of an apartment was dimly lit, the only illumination coming from a flickering lamp in the corner.
Empty wine bottles and a half-full glass sat on the coffee table, and Ananya was sprawled on the couch, her hair disheveled and her face streaked with tears.
She clutched the glass of wine like it was the only thing anchoring her, sobbing uncontrollably.
“How could I be so stupid, Bhavna?” Ananya cried, her voice breaking. She took another sip of wine, the bitterness mirroring the ache in her chest. “I love him! I love him so much, and I let him go. How could I do that to myself? To him?”
Bhavna stood nearby, her arms crossed, watching her best friend crumble. “You’re asking now?” she said, her tone sharp but laced with concern. “I warned you, Ananya. I told you not to let him go, to stop overthinking everything and just tell him how you feel. But no, you had to be all ‘I need time’ and push him away.”
“I thought I was doing the right thing!” Ananya shouted, her voice cracking as fresh tears spilled over. “I thought I needed to protect him from my mess, from all the secrets I’ve been hiding. But now… now he’s marrying someone else, Bhavna! He’s moving on, and I’m here—falling apart.”
Bhavna sighed and sat down beside her, pulling the glass from Ananya’s hand. “Look, I get it, okay? You’ve been through a lot, and you’ve got your reasons for holding back. But love doesn’t wait for the perfect moment, Ananya. It’s messy, and it’s hard, but it’s worth fighting for. You didn’t fight for him.”
Ananya buried her face in her hands, her sobs muffled. “I thought I was being selfless. I thought if I let him go, he’d be happier without me holding him back. But Bhavna… I can’t breathe knowing he’s going to marry someone else. I can’t watch him be with any girl.”
Bhavna placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, her expression softening. “Then stop sitting here crying and do something about it. If you love him that much, tell him. It’s not too late.”
Ananya shook her head, despair etched into her features. “It is too late. The engagement is next week. What am I supposed to do? Show up and ruin everything? What if he doesn’t feel the same anymore?”
“Ananya,” Bhavna said firmly, gripping her shoulders and making her look up, “do you really think Varun could move on from you so easily? That man was head over heels for you, and even if he’s trying to move on, it doesn’t mean his feelings are gone. But if you don’t tell him how you feel, you’ll regret it for the rest of your life.”
Ananya sniffled, wiping her tears as her mind raced. Could she do it? Could she risk everything to fight for the man she loved? The thought of losing him forever was unbearable.
Bhavna leaned back, handing her a glass of water. “You have two choices, Ananya. Sit here and drown in regret, or stand up, face your fears, and fight for the love of your life. It’s your call.”
Ananya stared at the glass in her hands, her heart pounding. She didn’t have all the answers, but one thing was clear: she couldn’t lose Varun without trying to win him back.
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Lucky To Have You
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