Virik Jindal and Yana Puri, two ordinary people who are poles apart.
No matter how much they try to stay away, they somehow always end up together.
She's repulsed by what he stands for, He can't stand the careless way she leads her life .
She might...
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"Where are you taking me, Vivaan?" I hear Yana ask but she looked dumbfounded when she saw me waiting. Vivaan quickly took his leave from the isolated flower garden without her noticing.
Before she could run away, I got down on one knee and she stared as I took her hand in mine. "Now, I do not have a ring right now, but you can choose any ring you want when we get back to Delhi or we can go shopping tomorrow in Jodhpur. Or in any city you want. But just marry me."
"Why do you want to marry me?" She asked feebly.
"Because I love you being with you makes me happy. I am the happiest when I am around you." I confessed, suddenly trying to suppress the smile which threatened to form on my lips.
"It is unfair. Expected to keep each other happy, is not it?" She asked as tears rolled down her cheeks.
"Hey? What happened? We do not have to get married immediately." I tried to reassured her as I stood up from my knees and cupped her face in my palms.
"How can we love each other if we cannot love ourselves?"
"What do you mean?"
"We are just two people who were trying to find love, looking for happiness. But all we do is hurt each other, because we cannot love each other without loving ourselves. Otherwise we will keep hating each other. We cannot expect to make each other happy, it is not fair. Not fair to me, not fair to you."
"So we just leave it ?"
"Yes." She replied, breaking into sobs.
"We are broken, we need to fix ourselves. But only we can do it, love does not fix us. We fix ourselves because of love. We cannot have expectations in love."
"Do we have to let each other go?" I asked, nearly breathing anymore.
"Yes." She lowered her gaze and an intense wave of repulse grew inside me.
"You can't do this."
"But I have done it."
"You're right. This was such a mistake-"
"This wasn't a mistake. Listen to me just-" she interrupted.
"Shhhh. Just shut up. I should have kept hating you."
"This is exactly what I was talking about, we can't fix each other. Nobody-"
"Leave. Just Leave."
"I just-"
"LEAVE." I exclaimed, perhaps too harshly than I expected.
"This isn't love, you know. This is hate- this is toxic." She muttered and took a few steps back, never once shying away from my gaze. And then she turned her back to me as she retreated far away from where I stood. And far away from me.
The space was now too quiet for, and too empty for anything good. The harsh emptiness crippled me and then it dawned upon. Did I hate myself too much to love her?
