DREAMS AND CHAOS
"No… no… no, you can't do this to me, Atharv. Please say all of this is fake… I'm dreaming, right? Please… please… please, Atharv. How can you cheat on me? After everything we had—our memories… how can you sleep with someone else?
I went against my whole damn family just for you… and now you're sleeping with my best friend? Since when have you been cheating on me, Atharv?"
Atharv smirked, completely unbothered.
"I've been cheating from the beginning. Did you really think you were worth my time? A girl who just talks non-stop—honestly, it's exhausting. And you know what? I'm actually glad you found out about me sleeping with someone else. I was tired of your stupid poems and all those clumsy things you do."
Kavya's voice cracked.
"How… how can you do that to me?"
Atharv shrugged.
"I already did, Kavya. And honestly? A girl like you doesn't deserve to be loved."
That's it.
Kavya jolted awake, her body shaking, breath uneven, like she had just run a marathon in her sleep (which, honestly, she would've preferred). Tears streamed down her face as she tried to calm herself, but her chest tightened—another panic attack.
"Inhale… exhale… please stop…" she whispered, but her lungs clearly didn't get the memo.
With shaky steps, she walked to the bathroom, locked the door, and stood in front of the sink. She turned on the tap and splashed cold water on her face, hoping it would wash away the nightmare (spoiler: it didn't).
She looked into the mirror—eyes swollen, face pale—and for a moment, she just wanted to disappear.
"Please, Bhagwaan ji… mujhe bas sona hai, pehle ki tarah. Main thak gayi hoon. Mujhe woh raat yaad nahi karni… mujhe woh sapne baar-baar nahi dekhne. Isliye toh main soti bhi nahi… lekin aaj phir se…"
(Please God, I just want to sleep like I used to. I'm tired. I don't want to remember that night. I don't want to see those dreams again. That's why I avoid sleeping… but today, again…)
"Please, Bhagwaan ji… help me."
In these three years, Kavya built a wall—strong enough that no one could break it.
She was fragile, yes… but also the kind of girl who could slap you while crying… and then cry even harder after.
Yes, that's Kavya Sharma.
It was 2:30 a.m.
She now sat at her study table, staring at everything… yet seeing nothing (classic overthinking mode activated).
After a while, she picked up her diary and started writing a poem—the same poem she would recite at her event tomorrow...
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(On the other side…)
Adhiraj Singh was with his best friend—Arnav Bedi.
Same age, same chaos, and best friends since childhood.
The only reason Adhiraj controls his temper every time Arnav opens his mouth is simple—history. Because honestly, Arnav and Adhiraj are complete opposites. One is a storm, the other is… a walking meme.
So, what are they doing at night?
Let's see.
Arnav: "Adhiraj, agar main butterfly hota na… tu tab bhi mujhe apna best friend maanta?"
(Adhiraj, if I were a butterfly, would you still make me your best friend?)
Adhiraj stared at him like his brain just filed for resignation.
Adhiraj: "Agar tu butterfly hota na… toh main tujhe haath mein pakad ke seedha maar deta." He smirked.
(If you were a butterfly, I'd catch you and kill you in seconds.)
Arnav gasped dramatically like he just got betrayed in a daily soap.
Arnav: "Tujhe na teri biwi hi sudhaaregi. Dekh lena!"
(Only your wife will fix you, just wait and watch.)
Adhiraj scoffed.
Adhiraj: "Aisi koi ladki bani hi nahi hai jo meri biwi ban sake. Pyar-vyar kuch nahi hota… aur mere liye toh bilkul bhi nahi. Aur agar hua bhi na… toh apne haathon se khatam kar dunga."
(There's no girl made for me. Love doesn't exist—and definitely not for me. And even if it does, I'll destroy it myself.)
Arnav didn't reply. He just looked at his "bhai jaisa dost" and took a deep, dramatic breath… like he's already mourning Adhiraj's future wife.
They were drunk. Very drunk.
Sitting on the terrace, Arnav suddenly decided life was too painful.
Arnav: "Main kudne jaa raha hoon."
(I'm going to jump.)
And instead of stopping him—
Adhiraj: "Ja. Proper jump karna. Style ke saath."
(Go. Jump properly. With style.)
Best friend goals.
Arnav clutched his chest.
Arnav: "Bhagwaan, kaisa dost diya hai! Isse achhe toh mere dushman hain. Utha le mujhe!"
(God, what kind of friend is this? My enemies are better. Just take me away.)
Fake crying level: Oscar-worthy.
Adhiraj: "Agar tu mard ka bacha hai na, toh ek baar mard jaisi acting kar le."
(If you're a man, at least act like one once.)
Arnav: "Nahi! Main toh aurat hoon. Tu chup baith."
(No! I'm a woman. You shut up.)
Now Adhiraj looked genuinely shocked for 2 seconds… before losing whatever patience he had left.
After all the nonsense—
Adhiraj: "Chal, so ja. Kal meeting hai. Elections close hain… kisi se milna hai. Shayad kal kisi ka last day ho."
Arnav just smirked. No jokes this time.
Same thought. Same darkness.
They said goodnight.
Arnav went to his room.
Adhiraj stayed back for a moment, staring at the sky. The silence hit differently now.
In a voice so low it almost disappeared into the night—
"I miss you, Maa…"
Then he walked inside and went to sleep.