𝙒𝙃𝙔 𝘾𝘼𝙉'𝙏 𝙄 𝙏𝙀𝙇𝙇 𝙃𝙀𝙍? [one Shot]

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{Maybe reading this story you may feel bored, helpless or disappointed, but believe me I have nothing to do.  Some stories written by Destiny......     I'm sorry}

In a world where connections are forged through glowing screens, two girls found solace in each other. Haseena and Karishma became friends in the vast expanse of the internet-a sanctuary for Karishma, who lived a life steeped in solitude. To Haseena, they were just good friends sharing laughter, secrets, and dreams. But for Karishma, the bond was a bittersweet ache, a silent storm that raged within her heart.

Karishma was an introvert, shy and often adrift in the noise of her surroundings. She wore her quietness like a cloak, blending into the background while her classmates chatted and laughed around her. Each day was a struggle against the loneliness that wrapped around her like a suffocating fog. But when Haseena's name flashed across her screen, it was as if the sun broke through the clouds. Haseena's messages were rays of warmth that filled the empty spaces of Karishma's life, igniting sparks of joy in her otherwise colorless world.

But with each joyful interaction came the relentless reminder of Haseena's reality-she had a boyfriend, someone who held her heart in ways Karishma could only dream of. The knowledge clawed at Karishma's insides, a relentless reminder of her unrequited love. It felt like a cruel twist of fate, watching Haseena thrive in the vibrant colors of her life while Karishma remained in the shadows, suffocated by her own feelings.

Days turned into weeks, and every message from Haseena felt like a lifeline, but when the messages slowed, panic coursed through Karishma's veins. Each silence felt like a chasm opening between them, threatening to swallow the fragile friendship they had built. Karishma would sit in her room, staring at her phone, heart racing, wondering if she had done something wrong, if her love had driven Haseena away. The highs and lows became a relentless cycle-one moment she was buoyant with hope, the next, she felt herself plummeting into despair.

Each conversation with Haseena was a dance of joy, the laughter spilling like confetti, filling the room with light. But when the laughter faded, and the screen went dark, Karishma was left to grapple with the reality of her unspoken feelings. The weight of her love was unbearable, a crushing force that made it hard to breathe. How could she confess what lay heavy in her heart? Would she ruin the only good thing she had?

Alone in her room, Karishma would replay their conversations, each word echoing in her mind. Haseena's laughter rang like music, a melody that could brighten even the darkest of days. Yet, the beauty of those moments came with a sharp sting, a reminder of what Karishma could never have. She often curled up on her bed, tears pooling in her eyes as she imagined a world where Haseena could love her back. Each tear was a drop of pain, a silent scream of longing, as she held onto the hope that maybe, just maybe, things could be different.

But reality was relentless. Every day, Karishma felt the gnawing emptiness deepen, the loneliness creeping in like a thief in the night. Haseena's colorful life was a stark contrast to her own, a kaleidoscope of joy that only magnified the grayness of Karishma's existence. In her mind, she was a ghost, haunting the edges of Haseena's life, invisible and unnoticed, while her heart screamed for connection.

As the sun dipped below the horizon one evening, casting a golden glow into her dimly lit room, Karishma finally allowed herself to cry. Tears streamed down her cheeks, each drop a release of the pain she had bottled up for so long. She felt the weight of unreciprocated love crush her spirit, the realization that she might forever remain just a friend, a confidante, while Haseena's heart belonged to someone else. In that vulnerable moment, she allowed herself to feel the full force of her longing-aching, raw, and real.