The Night of the Award Show
The dimly lit auditorium buzzes with excitement. Eshaan stands at the back, partially concealed by the shadows. His sharp jawline is hidden by a faint beard, and his dark eyes are fixed on Liv, who is radiant on stage, accepting her award. Her smile lights up the room, but for him, it’s bittersweet. His heart clenches as he watches the woman he once called his own bask in glory, yet miles away from him—emotionally and physically.
Eshaan (thinking): Woh kitni khush lag rahi hai… bina mere. Shayad main uski life mein sirf ek galti tha.
His hands clench into fists as flashes of their past moments together rush through his mind: her laughter, their stolen kisses, their arguments, and, ultimately, their breakup—the night he left her life for good, letting her believe he was dead after an accident.
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Flashback to Their Breakup:
Eshaan is standing in a dimly lit room, his face hard and cold as Liv glares at him with tears streaming down her cheeks.
Liv: "You lied to me, Eshaan! Tumne mujhe sabse badi sachai nahi batayi! Tumhare intentions jo bhi the, yeh sab theek nahi hai!"
Eshaan (voice breaking): "Main tumhe hurt nahi karna chahta tha, Liv. Maine woh sab tumhare liye kiya tha. Tum meri duniya ho!"
Liv: "Aur ab meri duniya bikhar chuki hai. Tum bas chhod do mujhe. Chhod do, Eshaan."
Before he can respond, she storms out. Hours later, Eshaan’s car plunges into a river after an accident. He survives but chooses to disappear, thinking Liv would be better off without him.
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Now, at the award show, he watches her gracefully accept her trophy, a pang of regret slicing through him. Yet, he feels compelled to follow her. Not to harm her, but to stay close. To protect her, even if she didn’t know he was alive.
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Outside the Auditorium
Eshaan trails behind her as she exits the award show, her entourage buzzing around her. He keeps a safe distance, blending into the crowd. Her scent—a faint mix of vanilla and jasmine—lingers in the air, bringing back memories of nights they spent together.
Eshaan (thinking): Tum mujhse nafrat karti ho, Liv. Par kya tum jaanti ho, main tumse ab bhi pyaar karta hoon? Shayad kabhi nahi jaano.
She enters her car, and Eshaan watches as the taillights disappear into the distance. But he knows her itinerary. He always does. He’s been tracking her movements through mutual contacts and social media, piecing together her life since he “died.”
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Europe Bachelor Party
The lively streets of Paris are buzzing with energy. Liv, dressed in an elegant outfit, is surrounded by her friends. They laugh and tease her, but Eshaan lingers in the shadows, his eyes never leaving her. He had followed her across continents, unable to resist the pull.
Eshaan (thinking): Mujhe tumhare paas nahi aana chahiye. Par main khud ko rok nahi paata. Tumhare bina rehna mushkil hai, Liv.
As Liv and her friends head to a rooftop bar, Eshaan positions himself at a nearby café. From his seat, he can see her laughing, sipping her drink, her head thrown back in carefree joy. But he also notices the moments when her laughter fades, replaced by a flicker of sadness.
Eshaan (thinking): Woh hasi, woh energy… sab ab bhi waisa hi hai. Par uski aankhon mein woh dard bhi hai jo sirf main samajh sakta hoon. Kya woh mujhe yaad karti hai? Ya meri yaadon se aage badh chuki hai?
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Meghalaya ( Pre-Wedding Shoot)
Eshaan watches from a distance as Liv poses with her friends for a pre-wedding shoot. The clouds surround her like a dream, her gown flowing elegantly in the wind. She looks otherworldly, but he notices her turning to glance behind her, as if sensing his presence.
Eshaan (thinking): Tum ab bhi mujhe feel kar sakti ho, Liv? Shayad yeh connection kabhi khatam nahi hoga. Main chahta hoon ki tum mujhe bhool jao, par khud ko tumse door rakhna nahi aata.
As the group jokes and laughs, Eshaan stays hidden, silently protecting her. He recalls the arguments, the betrayal she believes he committed, and how he let her think he was gone to save her from further heartbreak.
Eshaan (thinking): Main tumhare saamne nahi aa sakta, Liv. Tumhare liye main ek chapter hoon jo band ho chuka hai. Par kya hota agar tum sachai jaanti? Kya tum mujhe wapas lene ko tayar hoti?
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That night, as Liv sleeps in her hotel room, Eshaan stands on a nearby hilltop, staring at the lit windows of her room. He knows every move she makes, but he’s not here to harm her. He’s here to ensure no one else does. Yet, his obsession grows deeper every day.
Eshaan (thinking): Tumhari nafrat mujhe rok nahi sakti, Liv. Main tumhare aas-paas hamesha rahunga, tumhare khush rehne ke liye. Aur agar kabhi mauka mila, main tumhe sab kuch samjhaunga. Shayad tab tak main ek shadow ban ke tumhara khayal rakhta rahunga.
As the clouds roll in and the night deepens, Eshaan walks away, his heart heavy with unspoken love and guilt. He disappears into the mist, leaving behind a world that believes he no longer exists, and a woman who still holds his heart, even if she doesn’t realize it.
Haar dil ka ek raaz hota hai
Haar baat ka alag andaz hota hai
Jab tak na mile bewafai ki thokar
Haar kisi ko apni pasand par naaz hota hai🥀__________________________________________
It’s a typical chaotic afternoon in Delhi as the wedding preparations for Mokshi and Sahil’s destination wedding at Sahil’s haveli in Udaipur are in full swing. Everyone is running around in a frenzy, packing their bags and getting ready to leave for the big event. The entire house feels alive with excitement, laughter, and the occasional loud arguments about forgotten accessories or misplaced items.
Mokshi, still reeling from the stress of last-minute packing, is giving directions to everyone, while Sahil tries to calm her down. Meanwhile, the rest of the group—Rushi, Gauri , Krish, and others—are busy packing and getting ready for the trip.
Mokshi: "Rushi, ye sare jewelry pieces tumne pack kiye na? Pichli baar yaad hai kya hua tha!"
Rushi (rolling her eyes): "Relax, Mokshi! Tumhare jewelry ka ek alag universe hai! Tumhara pressure sab par dikh raha hai!"
Sahil (grinning): "Haan, yaar. Tumhare stress ka level ek aur dimension chala gaya hai."
Gauri (Dora) is quietly sitting on a chair, folding her clothes. Her usual composed self is in full swing, while everyone else is frantically moving around. Krish walks in, holding a couple of his shirts and pants, looking a little lost in the crowd of chaos.
Krish (mocking): "Yaar, Gauri. Tum logon ka packing scene bilkul hotel ke reception desk jaisa lag raha hai. Main toh samajh raha hoon ki kahan se shuru karoon."
Gauri (without looking up): "Tum toh apni shirt waise bhi jyada choose nahi karte, Krish. Tumhe jo milta hai, bas wahi pehente ho."
Krish (smirking): "Matlabh tum mujhe itna notice krti hho
Gauri (brushing it off): "Shut up, Krish. Mujhe tumhare jokes nahi sunne."
Krish (stepping closer): "Arre, main toh bas tumhare packing ka stress thoda kam kar raha hoon."
Gauri sighs, standing up to walk over to a pile of clothes. Krish watches her closely as she passes by him, her perfume trailing in the air, an unexpected but familiar scent. There’s a brief moment of silence, but the tension is palpable.
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Yug is carefully picking up one of the bags, glancing over at Rushi, who is frantically checking her phone while trying to close her suitcase. She's in her usual rush, even when it's the last moment to pack. The sight makes Yug smile knowingly, remembering how, no matter what, she always manages to be slightly late or disorganized, yet somehow pulls everything off perfectly in the end.
Yug (teasingly): "Rushi, I swear, you could win an Olympic gold medal in last-minute packing. Seriously, how do you always manage to leave it till the last second?"
Rushi (without looking up, irritated): "Oh, shut up, Yug. Some of us are better under pressure."
Yug chuckles, knowing exactly what she means. He leans against the wall casually, crossing his arms, as he watches her scramble through her things. The playful teasing between them has been their usual routine ever since they were kids. They’ve spent years together, bickering like siblings, but now, things feel different. They both know it.
Yug (grinning): "Yeah, sure, better under pressure... Just don’t blame me when you forget half your stuff."
Rushi rolls her eyes, her lips curling into a smile despite herself. She knows Yug too well—his teasing is just his way of being affectionate. As she pulls out a few more items from her bag, something catches her eye. It's a small framed photo, slightly crumpled at the edges, almost hidden between her clothes. She pauses for a second, her hand frozen in place, before she pulls it out and stares at it for a moment.
Yug notices the pause and raises an eyebrow, sensing something different about the way Rushi’s holding the photo. His curiosity piqued, he takes a step closer, trying to catch a glimpse of the photo, all the while still pretending to be casually uninterested.
Yug (grinning mischievously): "What’s that? A photo of your ‘mysterious’ ex-boyfriend? Or did you finally decide to frame your own face?"
Rushi looks up, startled, but then quickly hides the photo in her hand, almost as if she’s caught off guard. She lets out a small laugh, though it doesn’t quite reach her eyes.
Rushi (playfully defensive): "None of your business, Yug. It's nothing."
Yug (leaning in, teasing): "It’s something, huh? Let me see. You never know when a photo of an old crush could come in handy for wedding gossip."
Rushi reluctantly shows him the photo, revealing an old picture of them—Yug and Rushi, both laughing, in their school days. The photo was taken at some event, where they were both having fun, completely unaware of the future or how things would change between them. The moment is innocent, filled with memories of childhood. But for a split second, Rushi sees the photo differently than she ever has before. It’s not just a photo of them as friends—it’s a reminder of everything that came before this awkward, unspoken tension between them.
Yug looks at the photo, his heart suddenly beating a little faster. His fingers linger on the edge of the frame for a moment too long, and for the first time, he realizes just how much this moment means to him. The photo, the friendship they shared, everything has been a part of a deeper, unspoken love he’s been carrying for years.
Yug (his voice softening slightly): "I remember this. You were wearing that ridiculous hat, and I made fun of you the entire time."
Rushi (laughing softly): "It wasn’t ridiculous, okay? It was a trend!"
The air between them shifts for a brief moment. Yug smiles, the memories of their past bringing a sense of comfort, but there’s also a lingering ache—a yearning for something more that neither of them has been brave enough to face.
Rushi (with a small smile, more serious now): "We were... so different back then. We didn’t know what was coming."
Yug’s expression softens, and his gaze stays on her, a quiet understanding in his eyes. He wants to tell her everything—how he’s felt for her for years, how every teasing word, every playful argument has been his way of hiding the truth. But now, standing here, in this moment, he realizes it’s not about the past. It’s about what’s right in front of them, and how, no matter how much they’ve both changed, there’s still something unbreakable between them.
Yug (grinning, a little sheepish): "Yeah, well, I guess I’m not that much of a ‘hat guy’ anymore. But you..."
He pauses, taking a step closer to her, his voice quieter now, more earnest than it’s ever been.
Yug: "You’ve always been beautiful, Rushi. Even back then."
Rushi’s breath catches in her throat. She knows he’s been there for her, supporting her through everything, but hearing him say this—really say it—feels different. Her heart pounds in her chest, and for a second, she’s almost afraid to admit that she feels the same way. She pulls her gaze away, avoiding his eyes for a moment.
Rushi (almost in a whisper): "Yug..."
Before she can finish, something shifts. They’re standing close, the distance between them suddenly feeling impossibly small. Yug reaches out, gently taking the photo from her hand and holding it in both his palms.
Yug (softly): "I never wanted to be just your friend, Rushi. I wanted to be more. I think you’ve known that all along."
Rushi stays silent, unsure how to respond. But before either of them can say anything more, the sound of footsteps from the other room interrupts them. They both quickly break away, the moment slipping back into awkwardness. Neither of them speaks as they finish packing, but the unspoken understanding between them hangs in the air, undeniable.
Yug finally clears his throat, trying to shake off the intensity of the moment with his usual teasing tone.
Yug (grinning): "By the way, I still think you look ridiculous in that hat."
Rushi laughs, her face flushed, but she knows, deep down, that their relationship is about to change. The photo, the teasing, the shared history—everything is pointing in a new direction. And for the first time, she’s not sure if she’s ready to ignore it any longer.
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