Bade Sapne

Sukoon

[JUST A QUICK A/N BEFORE WE START- I RECOMMEND YOU PLAY PHIR BHI TUMKO CHAAHUNGA WHILE READING THIS CHAPTER- IT WORKS, TRUST ME. ALSO, IF U WANT, I ADDED IT IN THE MEDIA SECTION AT THE TOP]

Vira's POV

As Ishan left, I sank to my knees, unable to suppress the sobs anymore. Meine itna kya galat kiya tha? I was only looking out for Shubman, not even in the relationship type way. Just as a friend. It wasn't even that I thought I was emotionally affecting him or anything... I'd just broken his bat.

But Ishan hadn't even given me the chance to explain. I remembered very well that after saying all of that, I had told Priya that I'd accidentally broken Shubman's bat, and that's why I'd felt guilty. But no. No one was ready to listen to me. And the journalist who'd written this stupid article had conveniently left out that part.

I pulled out my phone, struggling to see through my teary eyes, my fingers fumbling to unlock my phone, which evidently wasn't working, so I tried Face ID. That didn't work either- I guess I looked like such a bhootni that even my phone didn't recognise me.

Pain and anger coursed through me, and without thinking, I threw my phone at the sofa, and leant on the wall, my hands to my face, trying to shut out everyone and everything. I could sense Priya next to me, but couldn't bring myself to acknowledge her.

She must think I'm so weak for collapsing like this over a boy...

"MERI KYA GALTI THI??" I shouted out to no one in particular.

I felt a gentle hand on my shoulder, and, knowing it was Priya, I leant into her touch and hugged her, knowing she was the only one standing by me right now. I'd had low moments before this, but this... this was new...

We stayed like that for a few minutes, with Priya rubbing my back every few seconds, comforting me, as I cried harder into her shoulder. I felt awful. I pulled away, and that was when Priya stood up. Great, now even she was going to leave me.

"Yaar tu kya kar rahi hai?" She asked, her eyes both concerned and scorning.

"Matlab?" I mumbled, attempting to form words through my sobs.

"Woh dono, unke paas dimaag nahi hai. Tu unn par rohne wali ho?"

"Mujhe sach mein laga tha ki ishan mujhse pyaar karta hai, lekin woh bhi... uske jaise hai..."

"Ishan is nothing compared to him. You were very unlucky to meet him. What Ishan did was bad, but it definitely doesn't compare to-"

"Uski baat chod."

"Dekh, my point is, you thought they knew you, that they would trust you over a stranger. Sure, you only met them a few weeks back, but still, you trusted them. But they aren't willing to care enough to even listen to what you have to say. Think about it. Are they really the right people for you?"

"Ishan..."

"What about him?"

"I loved him, Priya. Genuinely."

"I know you did, baba, but you have to let him go. And Shubman was a dickhead anyway. And yet, you still cared for him as well."

"Toh?"

"Toh, you're too accepting. You're letting them walk over you, and it's not just Ishu- Ishan and Shubman. I've seen so many people do that, and I've been trying to tell you to shut them out for years and you never listen."

"That's great but what do I do?"

"I know you want to tell Ishan it was all a mistake, and Shubman too, but there's no point, they won't respond or listen. You're going to have to cut them out of your life."