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...
── .✦ You're no good for me Baby, you're no good for me You're no good for me But baby, I want you, I want
Diet Mountain Dew, baby, New York City Never was there ever a girl so pretty Do you think we'll be in love forever? Do you think we'll be in love? ⋆⭒˚.⋆
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A A R T I
Outside, the valley was wrapped in a gentle mist, the kind that clings to grass and makes even the edges of the world feel a little softer. I tucked my hands deeper into my pockets, chin buried in my borrowed scarf. The air was crisp, numbing the tips of my ears, but I didn’t mind. Solitude, here, wasn’t emptiness—it was possibility.
I kept thinking about him. About Rehaan—about his hands in my hair, the warmth of his confession tangled with the quiet ache of not having answered him. I grinned to myself. No, I wouldn’t speak those three words so carelessly. Not after everything. He thought I’d blurt it out at the breakfast table? As if love could be served alongside coffee and toast.
He deserved something irreverent, something impossible to forget. My declaration would sneak up on him, surprise him in the way only I could—when he least expected it, and when I was ready to mean every syllable. Until then, I’d let anticipation spark between us, a playful tug-of-war. He could wait. I wanted to see if his confidence would last.
Like always I woke up early in the morning.
I breathed in deeply, letting the cold bite settle my restless thoughts. How strange, how wonderful, to have a morning to myself—to be both nobody and someone, just for a heartbeat.
My mind played scenes on a loop: his laughter, the way his eyes searched mine, how his vulnerability in the rain had felt like an invitation and a dare all at once. I could see him, even from here: probably fussing with his hair in the bathroom mirror, still pretending he was unfazed by my teasing. I smiled, hugging my arms closer.
In this quiet, the promise I held for him felt even stronger. Not yet, Rehaan. But soon. I’d find the way, the words, the perfect moment, and I would give them to you—not because you asked. Because I want to. Because you make even the simplest valley, the coldest morning glow with a warmth I never thought I’d find again.
What if I waited too long? What if the perfect moment I’m secretly chasing never comes? I've built this idea in my head, this romantic reveal, but what if he's not still waiting when I’m finally ready? What if he thinks silence means indifference?
Rehaan isn’t the patient type—not with himself, not with the world. That hand he held out in the rain, the one I didn’t let go of—does he wonder if I’ll ever match the weight of his honesty with my own? I keep telling myself there’s time.
