{Read this while listening to Sanam re by Arijit Singh} ___________________
Rain blurred the streetlights into messy streaks of gold and white, pouring down as heavily as the thoughts in Shubman's head.
The road ahead still looked distorted just like every thought running in his mind.
Every word Ishan had thrown at him spiraled inside his head like a storm he couldn't escape. _
"It's important"
Shubman's heartbeat was louder than any music playing in the background as he dragged Ishan to the quietest place.
Everything around them felt like on mute as Shubman's eyes met those curious pairs waiting for him to speak. _
The loud honk snapped shubman back to the stark reality. His hands trembled around the steering wheel.
He tried calling.. once twice thrice but it just rang and was sent to voicemail. The call was never received, maybe because of the distance that was asked from shubman.
Shubman had no control over his tears. His body was numb as if he had lost all the control over it.. phone was clutched tightly till his knuckles turned white maybe it was the only hope in the dark sky. _
"when"
It was the only thing Ishan managed to utter. The smile was gone leaving his face hollow without any emotions. Maybe the emotions were too deep for him to express them.
"I don't know when... When my eyes started to find you in the crowd. When I started hoping for your name in every tournament. When I hoped for you to feel the same. I don't know when my heart started skipping beats for you".
The silence felt suffocating. Time around them seemed to slow down. One pair had hope filled in them while the others were blank like the night that lost its sparkles.
"Don't contact me after tonight. Thanks for ruining the friendship" _
Shubman blinked hard, the memory dissolving as blurred headlights streaked past his rain-covered windows. His vision had got blurry not by the rain but his tears.
His phone vibrated again in his trembling hands.
Calling ishu....
Call declined.
A broken laugh escaped his lips as he tossed the phone onto the passenger seat. The emotions playing along and clashing down at once.
Rain battered violently against the windshield while every word Ishan had said spiraled endlessly inside his head
Don't contact me after tonight. Thanks for ruining the friendship.
The grip around the steering wheel tightens.
"Can we rewrite our friendship..." He whispered his voice low in the Storm.
"... and delete the part where I fell in love with you?". The words filled with hopeless hope. Thunder cracked across the sky.
And suddenly–
Bright highlights flooded his blurry vision.
A deafening horn echoed in the rain.
Time slowed.
So did his heart.
Yet the shattered phone beside him still held onto Ishan's name.
Maybe that's the thing about love— It's never about winning.
Someone always loses.
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Finally after monthsss 😭😭 (not the best one but yea) Also the inspiration for the ff and the credit goes to this person -
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