HEALING LEADS TO HEARTBREAK.
"If loving you is madness, then let the world burn-I'd choose your chaos over anyone else's calm."
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Aarti's world is shattered after being betrayed by her first love, leaving her battling not only brain cancer but als...
.⋆♱ Haan Chhu Toh Liya Hai Ye Jism Tune Rooh Bhi Choom Le Alfaaz Bhige Bhige Kyun Hai Mere Haan Yun Choor Ho Ke Majboor Ho Ke Qatra Qatra Kahe Ehsaas Bheege Bheege Kyun Hain Mere ── .✦
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A A R T I
The morning air was crisp-sharp enough to sting my cheeks, yet soft enough to make me linger outside, toes curling in dew-wet grass.
The world felt untouched at 6:27 a.m., before the house woke, before the day demanded anything of me. Cotton darted through the greenery, his white feathers flashing as he chased after his friends, and for a moment, I envied him-so light, so unburdened.
I wrapped my arms around myself, shivering, not just from the cold but from the memory of his words-words that clung to me more stubbornly than the mist in the air.
"Loving you, it's getting worse every day. Not because I want it to be, but because you make it impossible to walk away."
"You're like a storm I can't predict, and somehow, I'm addicted to the chaos... Loving you is the hardest thing I've ever done-and the only thing I don't want to stop."
I closed my eyes, letting the memory wash over me. No matter how many times I tried to run, to put distance between us, I always ended up here-drawn back to him, as if every road, every stray thought, every heartbeat led me in circles until I was standing in front of him again.
Close enough to feel the heat of his hands, the intensity in his eyes, the storm he claimed I was.
I pressed a palm to my chest, feeling the ache there-a mix of longing and fear and something dangerously close to hope.
I could tell myself a thousand times that I needed space, that I was better off untangled from him, but the truth was simpler, quieter, and so much harder to admit: I never really wanted to go anywhere he wasn't. The chaos, the intensity, the impossible love-I craved it all, even as it scared me.
Cotton fluttered up to me, perching on my shoulder as if he sensed the storm inside. I smiled, stroking his feathers, and looked back at the house-at the window of his room.
I wanted to believe him. I wanted to let myself fall, to trust that this time would be different. But What if I was wrong again? What if I let him in, only to be left standing alone, just like before?
I watched Cotton hop closer, fearless and trusting, and wished I could be that brave. I wasn't hopeless, and I wasn't reckless-I was scared.
Scared of being hurt, scared of believing in someone who might not stay. But I was also tired of running from what I wanted.
Maybe it was okay to be confused. Maybe it was okay to need time. But as I stood there, the morning quiet and my heart full of questions, I realized I wanted to try. For him. For us. Even if it meant risking everything again.
