Wounds of the Heart (दिल के घाव)💔

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Across the vast expanse of the globe, in the bustling heart of London, Manik and Rohit emerged from their boss's office, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife. Their impromptu trip to Rajasthan had caused quite a stir, leaving their manager scrambling to fill their abandoned projects and appease disgruntled clients.

The air crackled with unspoken apologies. Manik hung his head, guilt gnawing at him. Not only had his impulsive actions jeopardized his own career, but they'd also dragged Rohit into the mess.

"Manik," Rohit sighed, placing a hand on his shoulder. "We talked about this."

Manik winced. He knew Rohit was right. Their escape to Rajasthan, fueled by a desperate need for a break and a yearning for solace, had been reckless and irresponsible.

"I'm so sorry, Rohit," he mumbled, his voice laced with remorse. "I didn't mean to cause you any trouble."

Rohit chuckled, a hint of exasperation in his eyes. "Trouble is our middle name, remember? But seriously, you scared the living daylights out of everyone. Our boss nearly had a heart attack."

Manik managed a weak smile. He knew Rohit was trying to lighten the mood, and he appreciated it. Rohit, ever the responsible one, had taken the brunt of their boss's wrath, calmly explaining their situation and vowing to make amends.

"Thank you," Manik said, his voice sincere. "For taking the heat for me."

Rohit ruffled his hair playfully. "Always, my friend. Now, let's get you back to your song practice. We have deadlines to meet, remember?"

With a renewed sense of purpose, Manik headed to the studio, the weight of his guilt slightly lessened by Rohit's unwavering support. The music flowed through him, a familiar source of solace. As he poured his emotions into the lyrics, a melody of regret and redemption began to take shape.

The day wore on, filled with frantic recording sessions and hurried apologies to clients. By evening, they were both exhausted but relieved. The storm had passed, and they had weathered it together.

As they walked out of the studio, the remnants of the golden sunset painted the London sky in hues of orange and pink. Manik looked at Rohit, a silent understanding passing between them. Their bond, forged in the fires of shared experiences, had emerged even stronger.

"Next time we need a break," Manik began, a playful grin tugging at his lips, "let's at least inform our boss beforehand, shall we?"

Rohit laughed, the sound echoing through the quiet street. "Agreed. But maybe we can choose a destination a little closer to home."

Manik chuckled, the weight of the day finally lifting. As they walked on, side by side, a comfortable silence settling between them, they knew that no matter what challenges life threw their way, they would face them together. Their friendship, a melody of loyalty and understanding, would continue to play on, a constant source of strength in their ever-evolving lives.
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The relentless sun beat down on the asphalt highway as their car hurtled towards Chicago. The open road stretched before them, a ribbon of possibility. Kunj, brimming with excitement, thumped his hand rhythmically against the steering wheel, humming along to the music playing on the radio.

"Hey, slow down there, Lewis Hamilton," Abhimanyu teased, a playful smile dancing on his lips. "We don't want to get pulled over before we even reach Chicago."

Kunj chuckled, momentarily easing his grip on the wheel. "Relax, babe. I've got this under control. Besides, the sooner we get there, the sooner we surprise those two lovebirds."

Their laughter echoed through the car, a testament to the renewed sense of camaraderie between them. Rudra, occupying the passenger seat, observed them with a hint of amusement. He couldn't deny a pang of envy at their easy affection, but he was genuinely happy for them.

As the miles ticked by, they stopped for a break, stretching their legs and taking in the sights. The vast expanse of the ocean unfolded before them, its azure waves glistening under the sun. Kunj, ever the photo enthusiast, whipped out his phone.

"Hey guys," he announced, a wide grin plastered across his face, "picture time! This view is too good to miss."

Neither Abhimanyu nor Rudra could deny his request. They took turns capturing Kunj's goofy poses against the backdrop of the ocean, then switched roles, their laughter echoing amidst the crashing waves.

Soon, Kunj and Abhimanyu were lost in their own world, stealing kisses and playful embraces, much to Rudra's amusement (and slight annoyance).

"Alright, lovebirds," he finally interrupted, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes, "that's enough PDA for one day. Let's get some food in our bellies before we hit the road again."

They piled back into the car, their stomachs rumbling in agreement. As they devoured their lunch, Rudra couldn't resist poking fun at their mushiness.

"Seriously, you two," he said, shaking his head mock-disapprovingly, "get a room! Chicago isn't going anywhere."

Kunj playfully swatted at him, while Abhimanyu simply rolled his eyes, a fond smile playing on his lips. They knew Rudra was just teasing, and they couldn't help but find his antics endearing.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, they reached the outskirts of Chicago. The city lights twinkled in the distance, a beacon of excitement.

"We made it!" Kunj exclaimed, a triumphant grin splitting his face. "The concert's not till evening, so let's find a hotel, freshen up, and then surprise those unsuspecting friends of ours!"

Exhaustion gnawed at the edges of Abhimanyu and Rudra's consciousness, but they couldn't dampen Kunj's infectious enthusiasm. With a quick search on his phone, Kunj located a suitable hotel. They checked in, collapsing onto their beds with sighs of relief.

Abhimanyu and Kunj shared a room, the double bed a silent invitation to closeness. Rudra, on the other hand, opted for a single room, seeking some much-needed solitude.

While Abhimanyu drifted off to sleep, lulled by the rhythmic sound of Kunj's soft snores, Kunj's mind buzzed with anticipation.

He could barely contain his excitement at the thought of seeing Manik and Rohit's faces light up with surprise.

Tonight, he knew, would be a night to remember.