I loved you as Icarus loved the sun- too close, too much. The sun is lost, no longer in centre orbit, the light is gone. Darkness resides in hearts and in minds. Shattered beyond repair, the words we spat at the departing of light, plunging into darkness. How can you have no recollection? A freak accident, memories fading away, Pragya believed light was found. Believed her Kiara to be alive. That was years ago. Yet to her, only a day ago. The mind, a vessel beyond anyone's comprehension. It locked away what hurt the most, the memories of a haunting past that kept her awake at night. Now resurfacing in this charade they display for her sake, in this hate they conceal for her sake, in this love they pretend to have for her sake, this is the reality that should have been- if only they listened to the heart, not the mind. It's all for her, this pretence of a family they never were. This part they play, it's not theirs. Names and relations are muddled but to her, everything is where it should be. They smile brightly together, picture-perfect, yet alone cry themselves to sleep. Like Icarus desiring to conquer the sun, they burn it in. Eternally shrieking, but no one can hear. In the devoid empty darkness of the space between them. Playing this game, their sanity is fleeting and they slowly begin to fade- fading in the sun. ---Fading In The Sun--- Canon divergent. Takes place when Pragya got hit by Riya's car. ---Fading In The Sun--- Initially a One-shot but is now a story in collaboration with @shadycrazyme Beautiful cover by @shadycrazyme ---Fading In The Sun--- On hold.

Previously known as Yearning For You The way I see it, our fates appear to be intertwined. Years have gone by, and a new generation rises but still, our mistakes will be theirs too. Our sorrows are theirs too, our love is theirs too, our story and theirs too, a repetition of history. New love found, still, the shackles of revenge tie it down. The 2nd generation of Kumkum Bhagya had so much potential. But in the end, it only left a sour taste in everyone's mouth. This story is my attempt to fix it.