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 quietly slid into the passenger seat, her body trembling from both the cold and the lingering fear. Her heart raced as she glanced at Arjun, hoping for some acknowledgment, some sign that he saw her, that he cared. But he didn’t even glance in her direction. His jaw was tight, his knuckles white as he gripped the steering wheel. His eyes were fixed on the road ahead, dark and emotionless.
It was as if she didn’t exist.
The silence in the car was suffocating. She could feel the weight of his anger, though it wasn’t directed at her—it was something else, something she didn’t understand. She bit her lip, her eyes watering as she tried to make sense of everything. The way he had fought off those men was ruthless, protective even, but now…now it was like she was nothing to him.
Her mind raced, replaying the events of the night. How had everything spiraled so out of control? The humiliation at the party, Zehan’s sudden appearance, and now this cold, impenetrable wall between her and Arjun. She had thought, maybe for a moment, that he was changing, that there was a chance for them. But now, sitting beside him, his silence was louder than any words he could have spoken.
She wrapped her arms around herself, feeling the chill that had settled deep inside her. It wasn’t just the cold air of the night; it was the emptiness between them that made her shiver. Every now and then, she’d steal a glance at him, hoping for some flicker of emotion, but all she saw was the same dark, unfeeling stare.
Her heart ached with the realization that perhaps Arjun was further out of reach than she had ever imagined. The ride home felt endless, and with each passing moment, the distance between them only seemed to grow.
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As soon as they arrived at the mansion, Arjun didn’t wait for Aayara. He opened the car door with a swift motion, stepping out without even glancing in her direction. His footsteps were heavy, echoing against the silent night as he made his way to the gate, leaving her behind.
Aayara sat there for a moment, watching him walk away. Her heart sank deeper into her chest, the reality of his coldness hitting her harder than ever before. She quickly wiped away the stray tears that threatened to spill over, gathering herself before stepping out of the car.
The sharp night air bit at her exposed skin, but the coldness of Arjun’s indifference hurt far more. She wrapped her arms around herself, following him towards the mansion. Her footsteps were hesitant, as if each step brought her closer to a reckoning she wasn’t prepared for.
Arjun reached the door and didn’t bother to hold it open for her. He stepped inside, and the door swung shut behind him, leaving Aayara to push it open herself. The mansion loomed large and empty, just like her heart at that moment.
As Aayara stepped inside the mansion, the vast hall seemed eerily empty, a stark contrast to the earlier party that was filled with mocking voices, laughter, and humiliation. The echo of those cruel taunts replayed in her mind, haunting her with every step she took. The darkness of the room matched the heaviness in her heart, and the silence now felt suffocating.
Arjun didn’t spare her a glance. He walked straight to the bedroom, his footsteps echoing against the marble floor, leaving her behind in the cold, oppressive quiet of the mansion.
Aayara stood in the hall for a moment, her eyes following his retreating figure. She felt the weight of the night's events crushing her chest. Every bit of progress she thought she had made with him, every soft smile or fleeting glance, felt shattered by the humiliating events at the party.
She swallowed hard, forcing herself to follow him. She had to face him, but the thought of his silence and indifference made her tremble.
Aayara stepped into the room, her breath hitching as her eyes landed on Arjun. He stood near the closet, unbuttoning his shirt, his back to her. His movements were slow, methodical, as if he was deliberately ignoring her presence. The muscles in his back flexed with each motion, and despite the tension in the air, her heart raced. She couldn’t help but notice the raw masculinity that radiated from him, but the coldness between them made her chest tighten.
She wanted to say something, to explain, but her throat felt dry. The silence in the room was deafening, only broken by the soft rustle of his shirt as he shrugged it off. He didn’t even turn to look at her. His indifference stung, a sharp reminder of how deeply the evening had affected him. Aayara bit her lip, torn between reaching out to him and keeping her distance, knowing that this was not the time to push him further.
As Arjun settled into bed, his body tense, Aayara quietly changed into more comfortable clothes, trying to shake off the events of the evening. She slipped under the blankets beside him, careful not to disturb his rest. The warmth of the fabric cocooned her, but the chill in the air remained, much like the distance that had formed between them.
Laying there in silence, she glanced at him, noting the way his jaw was clenched even in sleep. Her heart ached at the sight; she wanted to reach out, to bridge the gap that had widened between them, but she didn’t know how. Every moment felt heavy with unspoken words, unresolved feelings, and lingering resentment.
Turning onto her side, she faced him, her heart racing as she mustered the courage to speak. “Arjun…” she whispered, her voice barely above a breath. “I’m sorry.” The apology hung in the air, a fragile thread connecting them amidst the turmoil. She hoped he would hear her, even if he didn’t respond.
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