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Unforgettable

Title: Unforgettable

Cast: Fawad Khan as Rohan.
Deepika as Aditiya.

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"What was she to you?" she asks, her tone soft. My tongue is stiff, unable to speak some words. I wouldn't mind if it spoke lies or the truth. All I want is Zoya to stop staring at me as if she can read me, if she knows what's behind this facade.

What was she to me?

A friend. A lover. The person who broke my heart. Dead. She's dead.

"What makes her so important in your life?" she asks again. Her eyes refuse to meet mine but in her left hand, she rapidly clicks her blue pen. The brown eyes of hers are cold yet warm to me.

Perhaps because I'm a close friend of hers and she knows how tender my heart is right now. It aches so much for a person beyond my lips. I want to hold her again, to say sorry, to speak words of love without this aching hollowness. Maybe it begs for her again, maybe it begs for happiness or love again.

"I made a habit out of her love," I say, the words tasting bitter to my lips. I did. I made a mistake, I made myself relient on her words, on her love. My thoughts went along the lines that she'll come back, she'll always forgive me and be next to me the nest morning.

"Why do you feel so guilty about her death?" This time, the pen lies on her desk, idle as ever. Zoya breaks her calm facade to fix around with her blue hijab. When I don't reply, she raises a black eyebrow to me.

"I could have saved her," I reply, feeling hollow as ever. My eyes start to move across the room, taking in the windows. The veiw is astonishing. It leans over New York and its unique beauty with the sky tall buildings. Zoya snaps her fingers, bringing my brown eyes to meet her again.

"You couldn't. The fire moved too fast," Zoya states the truth.

"But what if I was there? What if I wasn't sitting at office, angry at her? What if instead of burdening myself with work to distract myself from the fact she wasn't telling me something I was at home? What if I knew that the kitchen was burning, what I I called the cops? I did everything wrong," I reply, my brown skin running cold.

"Stop playing this what if game with yourself. Whatever was written was written in destiny -"

"I was the bad guy that night," I interupt her, meeting her shocked eyes with mine. "I was so angry at her. "

"For what?"

"Faizan. Faizan was her friend and she was meeting him up. I knew him as a player and thought the worst," I admit, looking at the floor. "I ignored her for the whole morning and drowned myself in work."

"Was she cheating on you?" Zoya asks and I shake my head slowly. Tears start to rush down my cheeks, I can't control them at all.

"I was the villian."

"Anyone could have thought that!" Zoya points out. Faizan had met me up at her funeral and told me she wanted help to make a surpirse party. Since Faizan has known me for years, she knew he'll know what I'd like.

Her death was preventable. "No. Normal husbands wouldn't doubt so badly. They would have asked," I reply, my voice turning into a monotone. A buzzer goes off, indicating our time is up. I smile at Zoya. "I'll see you tommorow?"

She nods, shuffling the papers on her desk. "Look after you self Rohan. I only want the best for you," she farewells me goodbye.

"Thanks," I say, glancing over her neat and tidy desk. It screams therapist along with the potted plants beside it. Quickly, I start to walk out and straighten my grey jumper.

When I exit the building, the fresh gust of wind messes my brown hair up. Not like I tried that hard this morning, the reminder of the empty bed had shocked me. It's been a year yet I still act like I'll wake up next to her.

"Oof!"

The sound startled me, causing me to look towards the left. Pedestrians walk past her easily and her high heels that lie off her foot. One has successfully landed next to my sneakers and one remains on her tanned foot.

I move closer to her, admiring her light blue jeans which remind me of her so much. They were her style, she loved the shade blue. "Do you need help?" I ask. People are walking around us and the mess on the floor. I take my hand out of my pockets, to give to the girl. She takes it happily, brushing away strands of her hair to meet mine.

The brown hair strands fly around in the wind, causing a shiver to run down my back. The black eyes, the pink lip of hers, the white top of hers seems to much like my Aditiya. She was her, there's no way she can exactly like her without being her. For God sake, the heart necklace I gave her hangs out of her white top.

"Aditiya?" I ask, my voice tender. Her hand remains in mine, soft as ever. There's a scar that runs down it in the middle of her palm, different from the last time I held it. Her eyes watch mine as if she knows me as well.

"It's Akira," she corrects me. My eyes narrow on her. How? The pain had struck my heart the moment I met her and so did the love. It is her. There's no other way. This heart knows her, these lips do and this mind of mine has memorized her like a poem.

So we stand there, with my heart thumping at the sight of her, the stranger who successfully broke my heart again. It can't be her. My Aditiya is dead. She's gone just like the person I was.

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Summary: Rohan's heart has been lost for years. It died along with the waters that extinguished his burnt house and found his wife dead. Ever since, he's been cold and forced to go to a therapist office everyday by his mother.

When a woman who looks exactly like Aditiya bumps into him on the streets, Rohan immediately is lost for words. How can she be alive when he had seen the ashes of her body? When he had found her wedding ring, lying amongst the burnt out?

But, Rohan isn't innocent as he seems. He played a part in her death and now he's paying for it. Nothing seems clear as it is and when Akira - the woman who looks like his wife - finds herself thrown in the mix, it's not going to be pretty.

Is Rohan as innocent as he looks? Who is Akira -- and why is she so desperately trying to find out about Aditiya's death? Will the truth ever rise to the top?

ANYWAYS, if anyone wants the idea please PM me! If anyone copies this, please PM me and I'll report them within a minute. I'm debating on whether I should put it up for adoption or leave it so I might reject any offers for now -- or not.

- Maya.