" Anshi...... " Rudra stepped close, as I took a step back. "I think..." I took a shaky breath, "I think it's time to make everything right... by ending it all." I stepped back, tightening my grip on the revolver. Rudra's eyes widened. "What are you doing, love? Put the gun down. Just let me talk-" "No!" I whispered. My lips trembled. "I hate you," I said, looking straight into Rudra's eyes. " You're also like others." "No... don't say that. Please... don't." He dropped to his knees in front of me. " I'm sorry for everything, please put the gun down." He begged. My finger tightened on the trigger. My lips curved into something between a smirk and a sob. It's too late rudra. " But this is what you want? Don't you? Yeh hi to chahta tha na tum, Rudraksh Agnihotri?" My voice cracked. "Main mar gye... toh tumhara badla pura ho jaayega?" ( this is what you wanted, right? That I die. And your revenge is fulfilled?) "No... No! I never wanted this!" his voice cracked. "I love you. I love you so much. I've never begged anyone in my life, but I'm begging you now... please, don't do this. Please." Seeing him, I remembered the time when I begged in front of him, to not push me away. And now he is standing at my place. "I'm ready to fall at your feet, rub my nose there if that's what it takes - but don't, don't pull the trigger." I stood frozen. "You know I love you. I love you so damn much that if you pull that trigger... I swear, I'll shoot myself the next second."

Like most gay love stories in the country, Dhruv and Vidit's began online. But there were no dating apps involved, just an Instagram group chat for Taylor Swift fans. Dhruv wasn't looking for love, only a debate about Taylor's best bridge but fate had other plans. For years, their world existed within the confines of a screen. Messages sent at odd hours, voice calls stretching late into the night, confessions woven between casual conversations. They had been everything to each other, even if neither had dared to put a name to it. But now, standing face to face for the first time, everything felt different. Familiar yet electric. Vidit's voice carried weight in a way it never had through a speaker. His touch was brief, almost hesitant, setting off a chain reaction beneath Dhruv's skin. His eyes lingered just a second too long, searching for something, as if realizing that love through a screen had only been the beginning. Somewhere between ranking albums and decoding Easter eggs, Dhruv had accidentally found his person. This is the story of Dhruv and Vidit. A love that started in DMs, survived the distance, and became something neither of them saw coming.

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