After that… things between Aarav and me just kept happening.
We started meeting more often—first date, second date, third date… and then honestly, I lost count.
Somewhere between all those random coffee plans, late-night talks, and chaotic arguments, we built something that felt… permanent, like we had unknowingly signed a lifetime subscription to each other.
On set, Lily and Aarav weren’t just chaotic…They were legendary level disasters.
If there was a scene running smoothly, give it five minutes—Lily would say something, Aarav would disagree, and boom—instant argument.
“Are you seriously doing it like that?” Lily would snap.
“Oh, I’m sorry, should I ask you how to breathe, too?” Aarav would shoot back.
“And that tone? Wow. Oscar-worthy arrogance.”
“And your attitude? National disaster.”
The crew had stopped reacting months ago.
Some just sipped their tea.
Some placed bets like “who is going to win in today’s argument”.
Some recorded mentally for future gossip.
Because this wasn’t new, this was daily entertainment.
Honestly, if there wasn’t an argument, people got concerned.
“Are they sick today?” “Did they break up?” Why is there… peace?
That’s scary.”
And the most unbelievable part?
No one—literally no one—believed they were together, and they are actually a couple now.
Not the staff.
Not the directors.
Not even the makeup artists who saw them kissing in the room the other day.
How could two people who fight like sworn enemies be in love?
Simple.
They didn’t see the nights.
Because no matter how ugly the fight got…no matter who said what…
At night, it always ended the same way.
A knock on the door.
A sigh.
A quiet, “We need to talk.”
(But still, Aarav has to say sorry first to start the conversation, even though Lily was wrong)
And we did.
Every.
Single.
Time.
No sleeping angry.
No ego battles stretching for days.
Just two stubborn people choosing each other—again and again.
It wasn’t pretty.
It wasn’t soft.
But it was real.
But the truth was… he stayed.
That was the rarest thing.
After Meena, I never really believed anyone could handle me.
And let’s be real—even I struggle to handle myself sometimes.
I’m dramatic, impulsive, and a little too honest for my own good.
But Aarav?
He didn’t just tolerate me—he understood me.
No matter how ugly the fight got, how deep the argument went, one thing was constant.
We never slept without fixing it.
Aarav simply refused.
And for once… I agreed with someone. Get faster updates on g.com.
Just like that, one year passed.
And on our first anniversary—yes, the official girlfriend-boyfriend anniversary—he proposed.
Now here’s the shocking part…
I was actually going to say “No”.
Not because I didn’t love him.
But because… commitment scared me more than ghosts, deadlines, and Meena’s mood swings combined.
But then I had a very deep, philosophical thought:” I’m going to get old anyway… might as well get old with someone who argues with me professionally.”
So… I said “Yes”.
And just like that, we got married.
After saving up for a while, we moved into this society together.
And because I clearly don’t believe in peace, I also got Meena shifted here.
Yes.
I invited chaos into my life knowingly.
Call it my inner devil.
I’ve accepted it.
A couple of years later, I decided to take a break from writing.
Not because I ran out of ideas—but because life decided to give me a new reason.
I was pregnant.
And for the first time, I had a reason to pause everything…to take care of myself…to slow down…
Because now, it wasn’t just about me anymore.
It was also about him.
My son—Kiyan.
Or as we lovingly call him—Kai.
He became my entire world.
Years passed like that.
Not one.
Not four.
Time blurred when life felt this full.
And somewhere in between scripts, fights, love, and late-night patch-ups…our family grew.
Kiyan was already the centre of my world—my little devil Kai.
And then came her daughter.
Kaira, my angel.
Not planned perfectly.
Not timed perfectly.
But loved perfectly.
They weren’t just my children…They were my strength.
My reason.
My everything.
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Now seeing them fall apart hurts more than anything I’ve ever experienced.
Somehow… everything felt wrong.
I stood there, my chest tight, my breath uneven.
I could see everyone, but they can’t see me.
Aarav.
His family members.
Relatives.
And Kaira…
Oh my god, she looks so weak both physically and mentally.
But—
And again.
Kiyan wasn’t there.
My heart skipped.
“Maybe… he’s somewhere else,” I whispered to myself.
Maybe he’s in another room.
Maybe he’s in Meena’s house.
Maybe I just haven’t seen him yet.
Because the alternative?
I wasn’t ready for that.
Not yet.
So, I did the only thing that I could do—
I pushed my thought away.
Forced myself to move.
Because if I stopped now…if I let that fear settle in…
I might not be able to move at all.
And right now—
I needed to move on.
But crying here… staying stuck…That’s not going to fix anything.
No.
If there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s that I don’t run from problems.
I chase them.
And right now?
I have a mystery to solve.
So, I wiped my tears, took a deep breath, and stepped out of the house, heading toward my cottage.
Focused.
Emotionally unstable—but determined.
And then… I heard a noise.
Crying.
Loud.
Dramatic.
Full-volume crying.
I stopped mid-air.
There’s only one person in this entire world who cries like the universe personally betrayed her over a minor inconvenience.
Meena.
Oh my god!
I closed my eyes for a second.
“How do I deal with her right now?”
I mean… I’m already emotionally hanging by a thread, and now I have to handle her.
Fantastic.
Truly.
Life is amazing.
But then again…
She’s my best friend.
Which basically means—I don’t have a choice.
I sighed, mentally preparing myself like a soldier going into battle.
“Alright… let’s see what kind of problem you have, Meena…”
To Be Continued… 👀
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