Neil sat in his dimly lit room, surrounded by shadows that mirrored his turbulent thoughts. Aarohi's name echoed in his mind like a haunting melody, each syllable aching with longing. He had avoided her calls, unsure of how to face her, unsure of how to tame the storm brewing inside him.
But fate, it seemed, had other plans.
A sudden noise at the window shattered the silence, and Neil's heart skipped a beat. Instinctively, he tensed, ready to tackle the intruder. His fists clenched, adrenaline coursing through his veins.
As he approached the window, a figure emerged from the darkness. Aarohi.
She jumped into his room with a fluid grace, her slender frame hovering mid-air. Neil's reflexes kicked in, and he caught her by the waist, pulling her close. The warmth of her body seeped into his skin, sending shivers down his spine.
Their eyes met, and time stood still.
Neil drowned in Aarohi's gaze – fiery, passionate, and radiant. Eyes that reflected her turbulent emotions: anger, love, happiness, and a hint of sadness. Yet, amidst the turmoil, her eyes sparkled with an unmistakable glint of immaturity, untouched by life's harsh experiences.
His eyes welled up as he held her, his Chipkali, his Aarohi –The Dr. Aarohi Goenka. Not the mother of his child, but the vibrant, carefree spirit he adored. The one who had captured his heart with her unbridled laughter, her unwavering compassion, and her unrelenting spirit.
In this fleeting moment, Neil's defenses crumbled. The walls he'd built around his heart began to crack, and Aarohi's presence seeped in, awakening long-buried emotions. He felt the familiar tug of desire, the ache of longing, and the comfort of familiarity.
Aarohi's hands rested on his shoulders, her touch sending ripples through his body. Her breath mingled with his, a sweet, intoxicating scent that left him reeling.
"Chipkali," he whispered, his voice barely audible, his lips grazing her ear.
Aarohi's eyes flashed with determination, her lips curving into a soft smile. "Neil," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper, her words infused with a quiet strength.
The air was charged with unspoken words, unresolved emotions, and the promise of a new beginning. The world outside receded, leaving only the two of them, suspended in time, lost in each other's eyes.
As they stood there, wrapped in a fragile silence, Neil knew he couldn't escape the truth. His feelings for Aarohi ran deeper than he dared admit. Deeper than the pain, deeper than the fear.
Aarohi's gaze snapped back into focus as the bird's melodic chirping shattered the spell. Her eyes, like sapphires, sparkled with unshed tears.
"Chamgadar ke bache, why weren't you picking my phone? Do you even know how worried I was?" she scolded, her voice trembling.
Neil's smile faltered, his eyes welling up with tears. He felt the weight of his emotions bearing down on him.
With a swift motion, he wrapped his arms around Aarohi, pulling her into a crushing hug. His face buried in her hair, inhaling the familiar scent of jasmine.
Aarohi's expression softened, her eyes filling with tears. "What happened, Neil?" she asked.
But Neil just held her closer, his face hidden, his tears mingling with her hair.
"Sorry for that suicide thing I said, I was just angry," Aarohi whispered.
Neil's grip tightened.
"Gussa ho?" Aarohi asked.
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Second Chance for love
FanfictionNeil Birla's soul never found peace in the face of his untimely death. His soul wandered in his house till the years. He saw everything that was happening to his daughter and his wife and he wanted one last chance to make everything right. will they...
