Pyar ek zaher hai aayara, aur ye kambakhat ishq , ek din zaan le lega ye meri .
kabhi naa kabhi to mujhe pta chalega ki tumhari aankhein aur tumhari baatein ek dusre se alag kyu hai.. aur tab tak.. sabr .. aur pyar .. pyar sikhaungi tumhe aur sabr...
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Aayara walked aimlessly down the cold streets, her thin saree clinging to her trembling body, offering little protection from the biting wind. She wrapped her arms around herself, trying to stave off the chill that seemed to seep into her very bones. Each step felt heavier than the last, her feet dragging along the pavement as if the weight of her thoughts was too much to bear.
She glanced up at the night sky, hoping for some solace, but there were no stars to offer comfort. The sky was as dark and empty as she felt inside, a vast, unfeeling expanse mirroring the void in her heart. Aayara swallowed hard, her breath hitching as tears blurred her vision. How did things get so bad?
She thought back to the party, to the moment when everything had crumbled around her. She had been foolish, so naïve to believe that things were improving between her and Arjun. Every small moment they had shared, every glance and touch that had made her heart race with hope, had been shattered in an instant.
Her own actions, her ignorance, had pushed him further away. She could still see the disappointment in his eyes, the way his silence had screamed louder than any words he could have said. He hadn't believed her, and why would he? She had made a mess of everything, allowing herself to be caught in a web of humiliation spun by Dia and Meera.
A sob escaped her lips, and she bit down on it, trying to contain the flood of emotions threatening to overwhelm her. "Why am I so stupid?" she whispered to herself, her voice trembling. She wrapped her arms tighter around her body, feeling the cold seep deeper into her skin.
The bond that had begun to form between her and Arjun—fragile and tentative—was broken now. She had ruined everything. Instead of moving closer to him, instead of earning his trust, she had driven a wedge between them that felt impossible to remove.
Aayara’s tears flowed freely now, staining her cheeks as she trudged forward, not caring where her feet took her. The world around her was as cold and indifferent as the man she had left behind. Each gust of wind felt like a slap, reminding her of the harsh reality that awaited her. She had no one, no place to go, no warmth to return to.
As she continued walking, her thoughts spiraled further into despair. Would Arjun ever forgive her? Or had she lost her only chance to make things right?
The streets were empty, just like her heart, and for the first time in a long while, Aayara felt completely and utterly alone.
As Aayara wandered the deserted streets, shivering in the thin saree that did little to protect her from the biting cold, she felt the weight of her thoughts crushing her. The night was as empty as the void she felt inside—no stars, no light. Her eyes stung from unshed tears, and her mind replayed the evening's humiliations over and over. The fragile connection she'd thought she was building with Arjun had shattered, and now she was lost, both emotionally and physically.
Suddenly, her steps slowed, her body tensing as she noticed three men standing ahead, leaning against a street lamp. Their laughter was loud and careless, and the bottles in their hands told her they were drunk. A wave of fear washed over her, freezing her in place for a moment. Instinct kicked in, and she quickly turned to go back the way she came.
But before she could take more than a few steps, one of the men noticed her and called out, his voice thick with alcohol, "Hey! Where you going, beautiful?"
Her heart thudded in her chest as she quickened her pace, trying to get as far from them as possible. She didn't look back, but she could hear the shuffle of footsteps as they started to follow her. Her breath hitched, and fear clamped down on her throat.
"Don't ignore us!" Another voice rang out, this one harsher, more menacing. "We just want to have a little fun."
Aayara's pulse raced as she clutched the fabric of her saree tighter, her fingers trembling. She didn’t dare look back, but she could hear them getting closer, their footsteps echoing in the quiet street. The air felt suffocating as panic began to rise inside her.
Her mind screamed at her to run, but her legs felt weak, and her body betrayed her, frozen with terror. She tried to stay calm, tried to think of a way out, but her fear clouded her thoughts. She forced herself to keep moving, praying that they would lose interest and leave her alone.
"Don't be like that, sweetheart," the third man jeered, his voice slurring. "We just wanna talk."
Aayara’s throat tightened. She dared a glance over her shoulder and saw that the men were only a few feet behind her now, grinning in a way that made her stomach churn. Her eyes darted around, searching for an escape, but the street was deserted. No one was coming. No one would help.
Summoning every ounce of strength she had left, Aayara whispered, "Leave me alone." Her voice was faint, shaky, barely a whisper in the wind, but she kept moving, one unsteady step after another.
But they didn't stop. "Aw, don't be like that," one of them sneered, stepping even closer. "Come on, just a little fun, that's all."
Her heart pounded in her chest, and her legs finally obeyed her desperate command. She broke into a run, her feet barely touching the ground as she tried to escape, but the sound of their laughter followed her, cruel and predatory.
Why this happened when she was wearing heels!! ..with a fuking tight saree!
