Only very lucky people fall in love and luckier still get that love. He was perhaps amongst the luckiest people on the planet who married the love of his life; and perhaps the unlucky of all for having his heart broken in spite of it. How do you move on from something as intense as love that breaks you, kills you, and gives you the reasons to live? It feels like a trap, a hope, and all things poets write about. Yet it's the only thing that hurts the most. Set after the jail track where Ishaani was jailed for murdering Chirag. The story moves back and forth in present and past in each chapter. ⚠Warning: Self-harm and mentions of suicide attempts⚠

At twenty one, she was a young, wild girl. Five years later, at twenty six, she is a broken, homeless woman. When she was twenty one, lies, betrayals, deceptions snaked into her life. She was too naive to track their lies. Her world before had been sunshine, flowers and roses. At twenty six, her world is mist, black and blood. And a glaring hole. At twenty one, she rejected him. At twenty six, she realised she had belonged to him all along: just like he once said, she was tied to just him.

A Meri Aashiqui Tum Se Hi fanfic. A collection of one shots written previously on IshVeer. To anyone interested in reading about IshVeer, welcome home. ;) I do not own the characters. They belong to Balaji/Ekta Kapoor.

this the story of ishveer. just another imagination of me

I sat in my office doing my work. It was 11.59. I then realized that I was turning 27. oh..and BTW I'm Ranveer, CEO of 'Ranveer group of Companies'. I am a very 'unfortunately' married man. There used to be that time where girls used to run behind me and just die to get one glance of me. And now...I am facing hell with that devil at home, my so-called 'wife'. I hate her so much. I just wish that we never got married in the first place. Because of her...I lost my only serious girlfriend that I ever had. Because of this bitch, I am teased by my friends with her but not with the person whom I actually love, my girlfriend Jia. And now I and Jia are nastily broken up with each other. And ask me why I'm not at home being my birthday! Coz I don't want my birthday to be ruined just coz of the bad luck I have at MY home. Who else could that bad luck be? My so-called 'WIFE'. The clock struck 12. "Happy birthday Ranveer. Now you're 27!! Remain hot and dashing forever!!",I said to myself loudly. I opened the champagne bottle with a 'plop' and poured myself a cheerful glass to drink. Just then I began receiving a bunch of messages from my friends, my family, my colleagues and... MY so-called 'Wife'?? As far as I know, she shouldn't be sending me a message at this hour. And that too for my birthday??!! And by surprise its a video message??!! I never knew that she knows that much technology! My hands pressed the 'Enter' button by mistake and the video began playing. The video started with her ugly, horrible face. I brought my fingers to the 'x' button to stop playing the video but... "Ah Ah..don't cut the video. Listen to me for once, please?!",Said the voice. Her voice. How did she know that I was gonna do that?? The video that she sent me, it was recorded and then sent. Did she plan anything for me?? What is this video for?? Why did she send it to me??