Born in a royal family, Ishan Arora had whatever was needed to lead a lavish life. Rich, smart, handsome and the best cricketer. There was no match for him.
Hiya Raj, the pretty and witty actress and doctor coming from a middle class house hold, wa...
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मेरीजीतभीतू , मेरीहारभीतू
मेराराज, काजऔरमिजाजभीतू
🎶 : ek dil ek jaan
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"Make sure you do your work well."
"I won't disappoint you this time."
"You've been saying this since eternity."
"Do you think this will work?" Satyawati asked her son, who was talking to another man.
"He is one of the best shooters in India. He'll easily shoot Ishan on the field."
Satyajay and Satyawati both waited till the evening and the mourning upon Ishan's death.
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Even after an hour, Ishan couldn't contemplate his emotions.
It was as if his once clear and rational mind had gone for a long walk. He never let his heart take decisions, but over here it was happening just that.
It was time for the team to head for the stadium. He saw his teammates listen to a Bollywood song. He sat with them thinking that it could distract him. She came up again, in the middle of the song, an advertisement.
All of the teammates looked at him, but nobody dared to say anything. Ishan didn't know if it was them respecting his privacy or his face told them it was better to stay away.
He had realised, reluctance was the key. He didn't love Hiya. He was sure he didn't, it was just infatuation. He was so sure.
Or atleast he convinced himself...
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"I understand. But I want you to." Said Sunil over the call.
Ishan managed to call Sunil for 5 minutes because he needed some guidance on this matter.
"What?" Ishan asked curtly.
"Instead of pressing your feelings deep inside. Let them out."
"Let them out. Huhh... And then Hiya will oust me out of her life. And afterall, you're dating Hiya's reflection. Just imagine if you tell Uttara that you want to marry her."
