CHASING STARS

Say Something

Here is the red the red I knew..

One that ignited me and destroyed me in just one moment.

Here is the spark the spark I knew

One that took my breath and filled me with life in just one moment.

My beating heart, My raging conflict, My dark desire and my insanity..

My Innocent khushi..

Now when I am finally thinking about it.

Jaan, Khushi? You never really had any idea about what I feel for you right?

Okay, maybe some idea here and there..

Sometimes I think.. Am I really that hard to read? From the moment you came into my world God knows how hard I've tried to not let you see through my facade. The insane power you hold over me is something I'll never be able to understand.

How much I love pondering over what I love the most about you or what I find amusing, crazy,stupid and yes.. AJEEB

my ajeeb.

Your braided hairs are annoying and it takes every ounce of self-control in me to not hold you and untie your hairs.

Your cloth bags and those ridiculous pom-pomps attached to your suits how I would like the pleasure to rip them all the damn time!

Your bangles.. I bloody hated that nk and his guts to gift you those useless bangles but after seeing you in my gifted ones i was content and elated.

How much I love that payal in your feet. They are my messengers of your arrival.

See these are only few things.. Your shiny suits, your jhumkas, your pranks on me and everyone, your beliefs, your chatter, you calling me rakshash, laad governer etc.

EVERYTHING KHUSHI..
EVERYTHING

You bring light to my life..

You bring happiness

You make me feel alive

I feel you in my veins.

You are dream to my nightmare

Colour of my world.

COLOUR?

KHUSHI?

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Arnav stared at khushi and realization hits him hard like a domino effect and everything becomes clearer but terrifying and..

cruel?

Yes.. Cruel.

There she is in hospital bed and she look nothing like he described her a few moments back

Why she is so dull, colourless?

Why she is not moving?

She is in some bullshit faded , blue hospital gown thingy!

She doesn't like these type of cloaths!

And her bangles? Her bindi ? Nothing..

Nothing like his khushi.

And she is not talking to him..

Why?

Not even fighting?

Why?

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Khushi?

Khushi?

Khushi.. Speak to me

I am here

Jaan?

I am sorry if you want scream at me, shout at me, do whatever you want but don't do this.

Don't do this to me.. You get that?

Khu..khushi say something to me Please!

Khu..khushi

Khushi

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SAY SOMETHING DAMN IT!!!