The Sky's Tear

Episode III: To The Rescue

Asma: Hey! (with a hint of desperation)

Aryan: Hello 👋🏻 (responding warmly)

Asma: Are you coming with us tomorrow? (her voice filled with hope)

Aryan: Of course! Why are you asking? (curious)

Asma: You know everything, Aryan. (hesitantly)

Aryan: About what? (intrigued)

Asma: About what's going on between me and Ayan. (tearfully)

Aryan: Yeah, I know you two are a couple. 😉 (trying to lighten the mood)

Asma: We're not a couple, idiot! 😒 (angrily)

Aryan: Okay, okay. But what brings you here? (concerned)

Asma: It's complicated, but I don't like Ayan. He betrayed me, and you knew that, but you stayed silent. Why? (hurt and confused)

Aryan: What can I say? We weren't in touch. This is the first time we've talked in a long time. I was afraid you wouldn't want to talk to me. (apologetically)

Asma: Okay, let's forget about that. Please, can you help me? Only you can save me now. (desperately)

Aryan: Why? What happened? (worried)

Asma: I want to keep Ayan away from me. I don't like him. He keeps trying to get physically close to me. I just want you to be with me all day tomorrow. (fearfully)

Aryan: Okay, okay. Calm down. It's okay. If you feel unsafe around him, I'll help you get rid of him. (reassuringly)

Asma: Thank you so much, Aryan! I knew I could trust you. Just stay with me and don't leave me alone. (gratefully)

Aryan: Yes, I will be with you every moment. Believe in me. (determinedly)

Asma: Thanks again. Good night, buddy ❤️ (lovingly)

Aryan: Good night. (with a warm tone)

The Next Day

The train station was a bustling hub of activity, filled with the sounds of announcements, chatter, and the rhythmic clanging of metal against metal. Aryan, Anjali, Laiba, Sanjana, and Rinky stood huddled together, their excitement palpable as they awaited Asma's arrival. Aryan, in particular, was eager to see her, a mixture of anticipation and concern filling his heart.

"I can't wait to see Asma," Anjali exclaimed, her voice filled with excitement. "I hope she's okay."
"Me too," Aryan replied, his gaze scanning the crowd.
"I've been worried about her. Anjali please call her."
Just then, Anjali's phone buzzed. She pulled it out and answered the call.
"Hey, Asma! We're at the station. Where are you?"
"I'm at the next station. I'll be there in a few minutes," Asma replied.
Ayan's voice could be heard faintly in the background, and Aryan's heart sank.
"Is everything okay?" Anjali asked, her voice laced with concern.
"Yeah, I'm fine," Asma replied hastily, trying to mask her discomfort. "Just a little tired."
As the train pulled into the station, the group disembarked and spotted Asma standing on the platform. Ayan was standing beside her, his presence a looming threat. Aryan's heart raced as he approached her, relieved to see her safe.

"Hey, Asma," he said, offering her a warm smile. "It's good to see you."
Asma returned his smile, but there was a hint of sadness in her eyes.
"It's good to see you too, Aryan," she replied.
Ayan cleared his throat and stepped closer to Asma.
"Hey, guys," he said, his voice dripping with fake friendliness. "Let's go."
Aryan felt a surge of anger, but he forced himself to remain calm. He knew that provoking Ayan would only make things worse.
The group boarded the train and headed towards Marine Drive, Mumbai. Aryan kept a close eye on Asma, his heart pounding with worry. He noticed Ayan sitting close to her, and his protective instincts kicked in. Despite his desire to intervene, he knew he couldn't do anything in front of the others.
As the train slowed to a stop at Marine Drive, Ayan stood up and offered to walk Asma to the exit. Asma hesitated, her eyes darting towards Aryan for help. But with everyone watching, she couldn't refuse.
Aryan watched as they walked away, his heart aching with worry. He knew that Asma was feeling uncomfortable, but he was powerless to help her.

While walking towards the marine line Ayan gets asma and walks with her and left is everyone behind. He puts his hand on asma's shoulder. Aryan watches it and feels very uneasy and gets angry but everyone was there so he couldn't do anything but watch.
Everyone walks together towards Marine lines making mockery of each other and munching some chips and snacks they bought.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the city in a warm, golden glow, the group reached Marine Drive. The salty breeze carried the soothing sound of waves crashing against the shore, creating a serene atmosphere.
Aryan's eyes scanned the crowd, searching for Asma. He finally spotted her, sitting next to Ayan, facing the vast expanse of the Arabian Sea. A plan formed in his mind.
"Let's go sit with them," he suggested to his friends, his voice barely audible over the roar of the waves.
"Sure," Anjali replied, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "I've been wanting to talk to Asma."
The group followed his lead, making their way toward Asma and Ayan. Anjali sat down next to Asma, while Aryan took the last seat in the row, ensuring that he could make eye contact with Asma. A subtle nod from him reassured her, and a sense of relief washed over her.
"Hey guys," Aryan greeted them, his voice warm and inviting.
"Hi Aryan," Asma replied, her face lighting up with a smile.
"So, how have you been?" Anjali asked, turning to Asma.
"Good, thanks," Asma replied. "Just enjoying the view."

As they sat together, the group engaged in lively conversations, their laughter echoing through the night air. They took turns snapping photos, capturing the beautiful sunset and their shared memories.
"Hey Ayan," Laiba called out, her voice filled with excitement. "Can I take a photo with you?"
"Sure," Ayan replied, smiling.
As Laiba and Ayan posed for the photo, Asma exchanged a knowing glance with Anjali. She was grateful that Aryan had intervened, and she felt a sense of relief that the tension between them had subsided.

Aryan found himself sitting alone, lost in the mesmerizing rhythm of the waves. The cold wind brushed against his face, providing a welcome respite from the heat of the day. As he watched the sea, a sense of peace washed over him. His earlier anxieties seemed to fade away, replaced by a feeling of calm and tranquility.

Asma, who had been observing Aryan from a distance, decided to approach him. She excused herself from her conversation with Anjali and Fatima and joined Aryan on the bench.
As they sat side by side, their shoulders touching, Asma felt a warmth spreading through her body. The closeness between them was intoxicating, and she couldn't help but lean in slightly.
Aryan felt her touch against his biceps, and a shiver ran down his spine. The warmth of her body was heavenly, and he found himself lost in the moment. The sea breeze carried the sweet scent of jasmine, intertwining with the salty air, creating a heady aroma that filled his senses. He closed his eyes, savoring the moment.
"Aryan!!! Are you there??" Asma's voice snapped him out of his reverie.
"Yeah! Yeah!! I'm here. What's up??" Aryan replied, his voice a little breathless.
"Nothing," Asma said, smiling. "I was just asking if we could take some photos together."
"Sure, why not?" Aryan replied, eager to spend more time with her.
As they took selfies, Aryan couldn't help but admire Asma's beauty. Her radiant smile and sparkling eyes were captivating.
Suddenly, Rizwan appeared, interrupting their photo session. "Hey guys, can I take a photo of you two?" he asked, his voice filled with excitement.

Asma agreed, and Rizwan began to snap photos. He captured some candid moments that perfectly captured the chemistry between Aryan and Asma. As the camera flashed, their laughter filled the air, a testament to the happiness they felt in each other's company.