you know feeling when you watch or listen or read something and it evoks some emotions you didn't know existed in your life it touches you and then you can't get enough of it...so you revisit it again and again you wish it should never END. that's exactly what this movie made me feel that it should never end that I wanted more of them, this is an attempt to hold on to KRISH & VAANI for a little more as I could and if your reading this I hope you feel all those emotions I felt while writing ! :)

Ishq~ "Ishq karna aasan hai lekin... usse nibhana nhi" She said, tears in her eyes, not of sorrow but of love and the pain of loving someone... ~ "Hamesha tum hi age rhogi ye nhi hai, kabhi harna bhi sikho Ms. Topper.." He said, his voice making her more angry.. ~ "Tum mujhse durr hi rho! samjhe?" She said with anger... ~ "What's Ishq? can you explain me?" He asked her wanting to know the meaning of Ishq.. ~ kya hai Ishq? pata nhi kya hoga, kis mor pe unhe akar rak dega ye ishq? She was depressed and he was broken. can love heal each other? Both were traumatized, but hiding it with a smile. will they be able to heal each other with their warmness? ~ "Saiyaara?" ~ "Taaron ke beech mein ek bhatak ta sitara jo bhag rha hai kuch pane ke liye.. kudh to akela hai par upni chamak se sabki zindagi roshan karta hai.."

This story is a fan fiction inspired by the 2025 film Saiyaara. 𝐕𝐚𝐚𝐧𝐢 𝐁𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐚 (𝟐𝟐) The girl who speaks through poetry and silence. She's losing pieces of herself every day... but he still sees the whole of her. 𝐊𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐊𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐫 (𝟐𝟓) The boy who turns pain into music. Cold to the world, until her words lit a fire he never wanted to put out. 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲-𝐚 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧, 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬... 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲. ❖ 𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬 ❖ ➤ Second chance romance ➤ Tragic pasts ➤ Broken hero ➤ Healing through love

The Heart is Searching for Its Beloved She wasn't loud or flashy. She walked quietly, spoke softly, and laughed like she didn't have a care in the world. Yet, every little gesture, every glance, made him feel a connection deeper than words could express. Days passed, and he found himself looking for her everywhere-at the library, at the park, even in the crowded streets of the city. Every time she appeared, his heart raced, and every time she left, it ached. He realized he wasn't just drawn to her beauty, but to her innocence, her kindness, her very essence. He didn't know if she noticed him, but he couldn't stop thinking about her. Sometimes, he imagined walking beside her, holding her hand, telling her how much he admired her. He wanted to protect her, make her laugh, and become a part of her world-without rushing, without disturbing the purity of their unspoken connection. Love, he understood, wasn't about grand gestures or loud confessions. It was quiet, gentle, and patient. And so he waited, hoping that one day, she would see the depth of his heart-the heart that had been searching, silently, for its dil saiyaara. And when that moment came, he knew: every heartbeat, every longing, every little search had been worth it. Because first love, especially with someone so innocent and pure, was not just found-it was felt, cherished, and remembered forever. #1 in romanticvibes

"I still have a few minutes left~"

VAANI BATRA is suffering financially, so when her professor finds her a tutoring job, who's she to say no. Only, problem is that the child she's tutoring is the nephew of KRISH KAPOOR who's reputation transcends him. Their first encounter results in a mutual hatred, which leads to series of banter and well constructed pranks. Will their relationship be limited to hate or will it blossom into something more?

Just a few cute imaginations of Ahaan and Aneet or Krish and Vaani

My story contains one short of Krish and Vaani from the movie Saiyaara. Each chapter depicts KrishVaani's life and love story.

Krish Kapoor lived his life in half-songs - unfinished melodies, promises unspoken, love wrapped in fear. Vaani Batra was his anchor, his chaos, his only forever. But forever is fragile, and when silence grows louder than love, even the deepest bond begins to crack. This is not a story of perfect love. It is a story of aching, stumbling, breaking - and choosing each other anyway. Of learning that love doesn't mean staying untouched; it means carrying the scars, the music, and the memories long after the song ends. A tale of music, grief, and the kind of love that refuses to leave - even when it cannot stay. Because when forever comes undone, what remains is not the end. It's the fragments. The memories. The stubborn echo of a promise: "Forever and ever and ever."