REWRITING THE SCRIPT

IT HURTS 💔

✨Author’s POV

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Scene: Raj’s Room

Raj sat at his window — the same spot he’d made a habit of. His gaze was distant.

Dhruv:
“Can I say something, buddy?”

Raj (without turning):
“You don’t need permission. Just say it.”

Dhruv (calmly):
“You’ve changed… over the last few weeks.”

Raj turned slowly, raising an eyebrow.

Dhruv (gently):
“You smile more. You wait by the window. Mornings seem exciting for you again.”

A pause.

Raj (stiffly):
“Whatever you're trying to say... just say it directly.”

Dhruv met his eyes. Calm. Certain.

Dhruv:
“I think you’re in love.”

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🕰️ Scene: 20 Minutes Ago — Downstairs

Gunjan had walked up to the Verma house with a small box.

She rang the bell. Mrs. Verma opened the door with a teasing smile already on her face.

Mrs. Verma (playfully):
“Here to see Raj?”

Gunjan (awkward smile):
“No no! I… I came to meet Mayur bhaiya. Daksha made something for him — a little fan gift.”

Mrs. Verma:
“Oh how sweet! He’s upstairs, beta.”

Gunjan thanked her, quickly heading in.

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Scene: In the Hallway — Outside Raj's Room

On her way back from Mayur’s room, she paused.

Voices. Familiar ones.

She took one step closer. Just to listen.
Just to know what they were talking about.

And she heard it.

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Scene Resumes — Raj’s Room

Raj (nervously):
“No. No way. You’re mistaken.”

He stood up abruptly, pacing.

Raj (panicked):
“Me? In love? With that girl? Dhruv, come on.”

His voice cracked slightly.

Raj (quieter):
“You know this was all a setup. Just a… performance.”

Dhruv (softly):
“…But your lips are trembling.”

Raj didn’t answer.

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Scene: Hallway

Gunjan stood frozen.

Her heart dropped. Her ears rang.

Her fingers went cold. Her throat closed up.

Tears swelled up in her eyes without warning. Her hands shook.

She didn’t wait to hear more.

She ran.

Down the stairs.

Out of the house.

Into her room.

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🏡 Scene: Sinha House — That Evening

Mr. and Mrs. Sinha sat in the living room with Mr. and Mrs. Verma, sipping tea.

The atmosphere was warm… but something felt off.

Mrs. Verma (worried):
“Gunjan came to our house earlier. But when she left… she looked upset. She didn’t even say bye.”

Mrs. Sinha (softly):
“She hasn’t come out of her room since. Not even for dinner.”

Mr. Verma (trying to stay calm):
“They’re young. Maybe just a misunderstanding.”

Mr. Sinha (gently):
“Let’s not interfere. Let them handle it… for now.”

But the mothers… weren’t convinced.

They exchanged a quiet glance, full of worry only mothers know.

The conversation sounded like the parents had a hint of them.

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[End of Chapter 8]

I hope anyone should not feel this feeling but has anyone of you experienced something like this ,,if yes you can share and if not then too you can share views regarding it

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                                          ~byCuckoo@20