BL ONESHOTS No.5

⁶⁶⁰Akk x Ayan

Akk and Ayan met in the city of love, Paris. Their love story began like a fairytale, with the Eiffel Tower as their backdrop.

Akk was a born and raised Parisian, while Ayan was a tourist from India. They first laid eyes on each other at a quaint cafe, where Ayan was sipping on a cup of espresso and Akk was reading a book.

Ayan was immediately captivated by Akk's piercing green eyes and his charming smile. He mustered up the courage to walk over to his table and strike up a conversation.

"Bonjour, I'm Ayan," he introduced himself with a smile.

Akk raised an eyebrow, amused by the foreigner's attempt at speaking French. "I'm Akk. And you must be a tourist, trying to impress me with your basic French."

Ayan chuckled, feeling a spark of chemistry between them. "You caught me. I couldn't resist talking to a handsome local like you."

Their conversation flowed effortlessly, and before they knew it, they had spent the entire day together, exploring the romantic streets of Paris.

As the sun began to set, they found themselves sitting on the grass, staring up at the twinkling lights of the Eiffel Tower. Ayan couldn't help but feel like he was living in a dream, and he knew he had to make a move.

"Can I kiss you?" Ayan asked nervously, his voice barely above a whisper.

Akk turned to him with a soft smile. "You don't have to ask."

Their lips met, and in that moment, everything felt right. They spent the rest of the night walking hand in hand, talking about their hopes and dreams.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months. Akk and Ayan's relationship only grew stronger with each passing day. They were inseparable, and their love for each other only continued to blossom.

But their love story was not without its challenges. As their relationship grew more serious, Ayan was faced with the reality of having to go back to India. He had a life and responsibilities waiting for him at home, and he couldn't just leave it all behind for love.

"I don't want to leave," Ayan said, his voice laced with sadness. "But I can't stay. I have a family and a job waiting for me in India."

Akk's heart sank at the thought of losing Ayan. "Can't you stay for just a little longer? We can figure something out. I can't imagine my life without you."

Ayan shook his head, tears forming in his eyes. "I have to go, Akk. But I promise you, I'll come back for you. I'll always come back."

And just like that, Ayan left Paris, leaving Akk heartbroken and alone.

Months went by, and Akk was still waiting for Ayan to come back. He would sit by the Eiffel Tower, watching the tourists pass by, hoping to catch a glimpse of the one person who had stolen his heart.

One day, Akk's phone rang, and his heart skipped a beat when he saw Ayan's name flashing on the screen. "Ayan?" he answered, his voice trembling.

"Bonjour, Akk," Ayan's voice came through the other end, and Akk could hear the sadness in his tone. "I'm sorry, but I can't come back to Paris. My responsibilities in India are too much to handle, and I can't leave my family behind."

Akk's heart shattered into a million pieces. He had been holding onto hope for so long, and now it was all gone. "I understand," he said, trying to mask the pain in his voice.

"I still love you, Akk," Ayan confessed. "And I always will. But we have to let each other go."

With tears streaming down his face, Akk whispered, "I love you too, Ayan. Always."

And with that, they said their final goodbye, their love story ending with a bittersweet tone, just like the city of Paris itself. Akk learned to move on, but he never forgot the love he shared with Ayan in the city of love.

"Ayan, please," he pleaded, desperate to find a solution. "We could make it work. I could visit you, or you could come back here—"

"Akk," Ayan interrupted gently, "I love you more than anything, and that will never change. But my life is here. My family counts on me. I can't just abandon them."

The weight of the distance between them felt heavier than ever, and Akk struggled to find the words. "So, this is it? After everything we've been through, you're just... going to let it end like this?"

"It's not just about you and me," Ayan said, his voice wavering. "I wish it were. I wish things were different. But I can't be selfish. I have to do what's right for my family."

Akk took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm of emotions swirling inside him. "I understand," he finally said, feeling the bitterness of surrender settle in. "I just... I thought love could conquer everything."

"It can," Ayan replied softly. "But sometimes, love means making the hardest choices. Know that I will always love you, Akk. You will always hold a special place in my heart."

With that, they exchanged their last heartfelt goodbyes, each trying to remain strong while tears streamed down their faces. Akk felt as though he had lost a piece of himself, a piece he would never get back.

Days turned into weeks again, and Akk found solace in his memories of Ayan, cherishing their time together as if it were a beautiful dream that he never wanted to wake from. He often returned to the cafe where they first met, ordered the same espresso Ayan had that day, and watched the people around him, hoping that one day, his path would cross with Ayan's again.

But life in Paris went on, and slowly, Akk started to adjust to a new normal. He threw himself into his work and surrounded himself with friends who provided comfort during the difficult times.

One evening, while walking along the Seine, Akk noticed something unexpected. A familiar figure stood at the water's edge, laughter ringing out against the backdrop of the city he loved.

It was Ayan, with his infectious smile and vibrant energy, as if he had never left. Akk's heart raced as he approached cautiously, unsure if this was indeed real or just a mirage conjured by his longing.

"Ayan?" he called, his voice barely above a whisper.

Ayan turned and his face lit up with recognition. "Akk! I came back!" he exclaimed, rushing towards him. "I had to see you again."

Akk's heart soared. "But you said—"

"I know what I said," Ayan interjected, his eyes brimming with emotion. "But I also realized that love cannot thrive on distant promises. It needs to be nurtured, and I want to nurture this love with you. My family understands my need to keep my happiness alive. They want me to be happy, Akk."

Tears filled Akk's eyes as he pulled Ayan into a tight embrace. "You scared me! I thought I had lost you for good."

Ayan's grip around Akk tightened as he whispered, "You could never lose me. I was always coming back. I just needed to make sure everything was in place first."

As they stood together by the Seine, the lights of Paris flickering like their hopes sparkling in the night, Akk felt a sense of certainty wash over him. They would face the future together, no matter the challenges ahead. Love, after all, had found a way to bring them back together in this city of dreams.

[No.73. Bye now.]