Bade Sapne

Darr

Author's POV

Darr. (Fear.)

Ek kamini chiz hoti hai. Kabhi bhi aa sakti hai, aur kuch bhi pagalpanti karke jaa sakti hai. Aur usko koi bhi nahi rok sakta. Siwaye woh- ek aadmi jo tum jaante ho, ki tumhe bachane keliye kuch bhi karega. Wohi tumhare undhar ka darr ko haraa sakta hai.

Har ek soch, har ek action mein darr ka haath hota hai, lekin darr ko harane keliye, khud ko chain dene milane mein, ek hi chiz hoti hai. Aur woh hai... pyaar.

Saacha pyaar, jisko aaj kal ki gandi gandi baat kharab nahi kar sakti. Sirf ek dusre se pyaar. Kabhi kabhi pata bhi nahi chalta ki hua hai, lekin usme ek spark hoti hai, attraction hota hai, ek "Zing" wali feeling hoti hai.

Woh hai pyaar.

Aur aaj, hume ye pyaar ki pehli pehli chingariyan dekhna ko milengi...
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Vira's POV

The only sound I could hear was each breath I took. I tried to calm my breathing, to conceal my location, but the fear had blocked out every other sound, and as I tried to supress my sobs, I felt myself holding my breath.

I wasn't going to last long.

I'd found an absolutely rubbish place to hide, but if I moved, I'd likely get killed. Near the shores of the ocean, I'd found a small tunnel, which looked shady as fuck, but it seemed as if I'd be better off making friends with gangsters than the local townspeople, who were literally out for my blood.

Isn't that wonderful?

I'd changed my hiding position about 6 times since I'd called Shubman, and I knew I had to make my way back to where I'd agreed to meet him. But was it safe? That we were about to find out.

Just as I thought this, the sound of approaching voices made me spring to my feet and start running without even looking back. Right now, anyone and anything was dangerous. Siwaye Shubman.

I ran, and ran and ran, until I couldn't run anymore, and as I stood there, panting, I took a look around, surveying my surroundings for danger or perceived threats. My mind screamed at me to move, to run, but my lungs and legs were giving up on me. Fuck this.

The echo of my footsteps was swallowed by the cold, hard ground as I ran. My breath came in shallow gasps, fear clawing at my throat. I had to get to Shubman, get to the place I'd told him I'd meet him. The mob had grown relentless, their shouts carried on the wind, following me wherever I ran. I didn’t dare look back—if I even slowed down, I knew they’d be there, ready to end this chase.

As I stumbled forward, I kept my hand pressed to my chest, feeling the wild rhythm of my heart as though it might tear through my ribcage. The ground was rough beneath my feet, and shadows stretched across the street, twisting and flickering under the streetlights. The edges of my vision began to blur with fatigue, but I pushed myself forward. Just a little further. He’s waiting for me.

I heard a whoosh near my ear, and before I had time to react, I felt something hard connect with the side of my head. Pain burst through my skull, white-hot and blinding. My vision blurred momentarily as my forehead throbbed with pain. I reeled, nearly collapsing to my knees. My hand flew to my head, coming away sticky with warm, dark blood. The world was spinning, fading in and out, and yet I forced myself to stagger forward, holding onto any sliver of strength I had left.

I could hear them yelling, see their dark shapes closing in, but all that mattered was getting to the corner where I'd told Shubman to meet me. I took one step, then another, focusing on nothing but putting one foot in front of the other, even as the pain throbbed in my head, and my vision narrowed.

And then, just as my legs threatened to give way beneath me, I saw it. A familiar glint of silver in the darkness—the watch he wore, the one Virat had given him. It was unmistakable, catching the dim light and sending a flicker of hope through the fog of pain and fear.

"Shubman," I whispered, my voice barely a breath.

He was here. He was real.

The relief was so strong, it almost numbed the pain for an instant. The tiny ray of hope, pumped the adrenaline through my veins, as I moved toward him, stretching out a hand as if to ground myself, to reach him.

"SHUBMAN!" I shouted with all the strength left in me, as he snapped his head round and started running towards me.

The only thing keeping me going was the rush of adrenaline, pushing me forward, pushing my body to its very limits, and I knew if I stopped, I would pass out then and there, letting the searing pain in the side of my head take over my body and consciousness.

I watched in agony as Shubman moved towards me, his steps seemingly playing in slow motion, as I tried my best to escape the angry crowd behind me. My feet were heavy, and each step I took sent pain shooting through my head.

When we finally met in the middle, Shubman grabbed my hand and pulled me in towards him. He cupped my cheek gently, and the feeling of his cold hands on my burning cheeks gave me some relief, taking my attention away from the pain for a second.

His eyes bore into mine, as I tried to focus on his face, the rainwater dripping from his now-flattened hair onto my face, a look of concern etched into his features, as he took in my state.

A drop rolled down his cheek, and through my limited sight, I couldn't tell if it was a tear or a raindrop. But then again, why would he be crying for me?

"Unho ne tumko kya kar ke rakha hai, Viru...?"

Before I could comprehend the meaning of the sentence, and before any sound registered in my head, all I could see was his mouth moving, and then the light-headedness caught up to me, and my vision blurred completely. My legs buckled, and my eyes began to close, as I couldn't hold myself up.

Shit.

His face came into focus for one last, fleeting moment. He was calling my name, his voice thick with worry, and the sight of him—steady, real, safe—was enough to pull me from the darkness. For the first time in hours, I felt…safe.

And then everything went black.
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A/N:

Hey everyone!

I'm sorry I didn't update last week, but it's been mainly because my readership has gone down by a crazy amount, and I'm barely even getting a vote per chapter.

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