You made me blush like an idiot at work! 
Aur likhoo please 🤣 achaa laga ❤️
@8Lucky88 Great! 😃
@smriti25 I look forward to your replies. 🤗
@Honey-Friend thanks ❤️
@Jhanak1234 I am glad you found it cute and funny, I intended to give that angle. 😊
@swetha10 Only intense love can really justify AbhiMaan Chemistry 😅
@Milalal27 
@bluech96 well...sorry not sorry 🥰😂😂
ONE SHOT#5 : "100th day"
Context: Armaan and Abhira were caught in an arranged marriage with expiry date.
The cool evening air hung heavy with tension as Abhira and Armaan, bound by the terms of their 100-day deal, found themselves on the eve of their supposed last day together. Unspoken emotions lingered, both harboring feelings for one another but paralyzed by the fear of confessing, afraid of rejection or jeopardizing their friendship.
Armaan was back from attending his office get together; As he entered his room,Armaan's eyes traced Abhira's silhouette, she stood in front of the calendar, her gaze fixed on the ominous mark of the 100th day.
The weight of unspoken words hung heavily in the air, and he felt a pang in his chest as he observed her quiet contemplation.
He wanted her to talk to him. They were fighting more and more since last week. Unable to sort their emotions, they were anything but normal. "Tomorrow is that 100th day", his inner voice called him.
A mixture of regret and realization washed over Armaan, knowing that their time together was slipping away. He could sense Abhira's turmoil, and a profound ache settled in his heart. Armaan longed to bridge the growing distance between them, to dispel the looming cloud of uncertainty that hovered over their shared journey.
Armaan, attempted to mask his underlying concern and urgency, but he ended up starting with feigned irritation, "Abhira, you've been unusually quiet today. What's going on?"
Abhira, sensing his attempt to provoke a response, retorted, "Why does it matter? It's just another day."
Armaan, persisting, probed further, "No, it's not just another day. We're on the verge of completing our 100-day deal. I want to talk about it, about us." Why did I say about that 100th day he thought to himself, visibly irritated.
Abhira, still guarded, replied, "There's nothing to talk about. It was a deal, and it's ending tomorrow."
Armaan, feeling a frustration building within him, pushed harder, "You went out with your friends today after your exam. Why didn't you call me?"
Abhira, now irritated, shot back, "I needed a break, Armaan. Can't I spend time with my friends without reporting to you?"
The room echoed with the clashing of their words, a crescendo of emotions threatening to spill over.
Armaan, fueled by his own insecurities and the fear of unspoken confessions, continued the verbal volley, "We are husband and wife, Abhira. Communication is important."
Abhira, her defenses crumbling, responded with an edge in her voice, "This wasn't about communication. It was about me having a life outside of this 100-day arrangement."
Armaan left his room in anger.
Abhira, misunderstanding his intentions, stood in the solemn silence of their dimly lit living room, clutching a packet of divorce papers, her eyes clouded with tears. Convinced that Armaan sought liberation from their imposed marital bond, she began to prepare for an inevitable separation.
He didn't came back to their room that night.
That night, a restless tension gripped both Armaan and Abhira.
Armaan, frustrated with himself for another heated argument, sought solace outside. The cool night air embraced him as he grappled with regret, each breath an attempt to calm the storm of emotions swirling within.
Meanwhile, inside their shared space, Abhira fought against the urge to run to him. Her heart ached with each passing moment of silence from Armaan. In an attempt to fill the void, she meticulously picked and packed her belongings. Tears streamed down her face as she confronted the reality of their impending separation.
As Abhira struggled with the task at hand, the weight of her emotions mirrored the restless night outside.
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In the quiet hours of the early early morning, the reality of impending loss settled heavily on Armaan's shoulders. Devastated by the realization that he was on the brink of losing Abhira for forever, his silent cries and unchecked tears betrayed the turmoil within.
His inner voice, a persistent whisper of urgency, finally broke through the haze of his contemplation, urging him to seize the moment before it slipped away. In a sprint fueled by desperation, he rushed to their room, heart pounding in his chest.
As he paced through the corridors, memories of their entire journey played like a poignant film in his mind—from initial animosity to the blossoming of friendship. Now, at the eleventh hour, love had unfurled its wings within him.
There, in the corner, he found Abhira, bags packed and an envelope clutched tightly in her hands. The room, witness to their shared history, held its breath as Armaan saw her wiping away tears frantically, her emotions laid bare before him.
The room pulsated with the lingering echoes of their tumultuous journey.
As Armaan approached Abhira, he sensed the gravity of the moment, a storm of emotions threatening to engulf them both.
Armaan, his eyes searching Abhira's tear-streaked face, whispered, "Abhira, I don't want this to end. We can find a way through this together."
Abhira tried turning around looking away from him, "Armaan please. Yeh hi toh karna tha humein...100 din nikalna tha...nikal liye"
They both were quiet for a while looking everywhere but not at each other. Abhira took a deep breath and sighed, what is she even expecting, she thought, when she heard him say, "I don't want to end this."
Abhira, her voice breaking, shot back with a mixture of frustration and pain, "kab tak? Kab tak hum ek dusre ko baandh ke rakhenge, deal toh khatam ho gayi, iska end kab tak ho payega. Aur...aur Ruhi? Tum Aaj Tak apne puraane relation se nikal nahi paa rahe...I don't want this. I know you are great friend to me but Ruhi is a part of your life, and I can't compete with that."
"Ex...I told you, Ex" His eyes were teary.
"Yeah right, Your Ex, whom you can't say No to." Abhira tried steadying her breaking voice.
"Who said?" No, he won't fight. Not this time, he found his calm deep voice.
"Didn't you bring her to the party? You didn't dance with her? When you clearly know what she wants from you, you oblige. She wants to be your present but I am here. You can't say no to her because I am here."
Armaan was confused, "Who told you I brought her to the party? Who said that I danced with her?"
"I got to know."
"From whom?"
She glared at him. She clearly didn't want to discuss this anymore.
"Armaan...I will leave" she tried changing the topic.
"I didn't take her to any party, yes she was there, but I didn't bring her. I danced but not only with her, with everybody and it was not pair dance, I asked you to come with me but you said you couldn't because you had plans after you last exam", His heart ached as he took a step closer, reaching out to gently cup her face. "Abhira, Ruhi is a part of my past, but you are my present and, hopefully, my future. I never knew what it meant to care until you came into my life."
She looked into his eyes, the vulnerability in his gaze striking a chord within her. "Armaan, ......." But she just couldn't bring herself to just stay just because he suddenly asked her to stay.
Moving away, she tried placing the divorce papers in his hands.
His grip tightened on the divorce papers, a silent promise forming in his eyes. "I don't want to lose you, Abhira. Let's tear these papers, and together, we'll face whatever challenges come our way."
The room held its breath as Armaan gently took the divorce papers from Abhira's trembling hands. Without uttering a word, he tore them apart, the sound echoing through the room like a proclamation of a love unwilling to surrender to the unspoken fears.
In the ensuing silence, Armaan pulled Abhira into a tender yet firm embrace, his actions conveying a depth of emotion words failed to express. As they stood on the precipice of what could have been a heartbreaking farewell, the room witnessed the mending of love with torn papers and promises of future.
In that moment, the intensity of his silent promise echoed through the gentle hold, a pledge to cherish her presence and shield her from the uncertainties that lay ahead.
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Wanted to write something serious. I don't know really know if it actually came out that way or not. but I hope you like it.
Ps. No proper proofreading done again... Please excuse the errors.
Pps. Now that I read it, I realised I have skipped on giving more details in their behaviour, but then again I also wanted to convey those unspoken emotions, I hope it was not too abrubt.
Hope you like it. Do give your comments/review.
Ok Bye.,
S. 😊
Beautiful one shot
. The only complain though it could have been a bit longer.
Thankyou for the PM
Woe... really nice story
'.... something different but still connected to the real situation....I like armaan pov ...
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