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This Love is difficult -9 shots Shot 1 ~ Meeta

This Love Is difficult
Shot 1

“You know, you lied
So, why decide
Whether to apologise
For the things u criticized

Better knoe more
Hurted till core
Tantrums u throw
Like no one wud knoe

Crave of the old good days
Ask me to make my way
But they don’t knoe d pain
To cross paths n old trains

They call me insane
Waiting for the rains
Of the Days spent together
But now it’ll b never ever

Anxiety and guilt of yesterday
For the love which fades
Together it may b laid
But still I need ur shade.”

She finished singing. Yes, she. Twinkle. Twinkle Kunj Sarna. Applauds were heard. She wore a Pink dress. After finishing the song, she had tears in her eyes. Her bold beautiful eyes. They had pain in them. People know her as a singer on stage only, and that she lost her child and had a conflict with her husband. He came up to the stage. He. Her husband. Kunj Sarna. The best business tycoon.
He cupped her face.
Kunj : Twinkle, why. Please, Jaan . Don’t sing such songs. I feel hurt. Please. Let’s go to home.
Twinkle nods.

They reached their car, making way through the crowd, to get autographed by the singing sensation of their hearts. They reach home.
Twinkle : Again. Kunj, again. You came. I told you na. I feel relieved by singing in front of people who care for me. If not you, then there are many.
Kunj: Jaan, please. I’m telling you na. It wasn’t my fault. I’m tired of explaining.
Twinkle (shouts): Font explain, then. I don’t want any explanation.
Bebe comes.
Bebe: Twinkle puttar. Kunj is right. It wasn’t his fault. He hadn’t.
Twinkle: Bebe, please. I’m sorry. But, not again. I’m tired. N ya, tell him not to interrupt my concerts again. The people there, are the ones because of whom I’m alive today. After that incident, they’re the ones, who are willing to listen to me.(She breaks down on her knees.)
Bebe (shouts a bit): He’s your husband.
Twinkle: But, what he did was wrong….
Kunj goes to her, help her stand and cups her face. She jerks his hand, away.
Twinkle: I don’t need anyone’s fake comfort. I’m going to my room. I don’t want anyone to disturb me.
Bebe: Okay. Calm down. Go and rest after having dinner. Come. (She holds her arm)
Twinkle: No, Bebe. M okay.

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Twinkle hurriedly leaves.

☆Twinkle’s room.

“Everytime I think of you,
My eyes water
Everytime I miss you
My heart shatters
And
Everytime I wanna love you,
My hands tremble.”
Twinkle was repeating these lines again and again. She was sad. Her eyes had brimmed up. She sat on her knees. Head down. Crying. Beside the bed. She felt alone.

☆Kunj’s room

“Aaj Jaane ki zidd na karo
Aaj jaane ki zidd…..Na karo”(Naamkaran Title song)
Here, Kunj kept on repeating these two lines. He was sad too. His heart wanted to go and hug Twinkle hard and tell her it wasn’t his fault. But his mind, it said It was all his fault. In this fight, his Mind won, Again. He felt lonely. He felt broken

They both slept their itself.
.
.
.
“Hazaaron dafa…..
Yeh dil taras raha h.
Har lamha. Har din.
Teri ek jhalak Paane ko
Yeh kaan teri aahaton ka
intezaar karte h
Yeh jaankar b,
Naa aaoge laut ke,
Yeh dil m Hazaaron vaade karte h,
Yeh chhoti chhoti baaton mein
Meri zindagi chhupi h.”
This was Twinkle’s performance, for an Orphanage. She donated a huge amount for their betterment. When the kids asked her to sing, she couldn’t deny. She sang. Again, she founded Kunj standing on the door of the room, smiling, with some pain buried deep down.

———
You all know, what.
I just got 17 people wishing me luck before starting. Just 17.
Do I write that Bad? Nah.
I don’t think so.
So I want y’all to comment.
Or else, I’ll end it in the next shot.
It’s not a warning, I just wanted to share the plot.
It doesn’t matter if it’s 2 shots or 9.
I have my FA exams going in.
Still, I post.
For y’all.
And if you only don’t comment, I don’t get enough support to continue.
Well, biee.
Loads of Love💕

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