Saiyaara

19. 'Jitna Main Dur Jaaun Utni Hei Tu Paas Hai'

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The night had settled over the city like a velvet blanket. Vaani lay in her bed, staring at the ceiling, her mind a restless orchestra of thoughts that refused to quiet down, her fingers loosely wrapped around the edge of her blanket as if holding onto something invisible.

Her thoughts weren't scattered. They were roaming around one specific thing.

The song. The new song. What genre? What feeling? What story did she want to tell?

She turned to her side, exhaling slowly. "What do they even want..." she murmured.

Dance banger. Hip-hop. Rap. Fusion. Rock.

Everything had been thrown at her like suggestions in a brainstorming storm. But none of it mattered. Because Vaani had never written like that.

Her motto had always been the same-keep it real. Real feelings. Real moments. The unspoken, the unexplored, the raw edges of the human heart. Unspoken thoughts. The kind of feelings people carry but never say out loud. That waswhere the magic lived. The kind of lyrics that made people stop and say, "How did she know?"

She closed her eyes, trying to figure out some feelings, some moments. And then without any effort, without invitation, her thoughts drifted to him.

Krish Kapoor.

She didn't even realize when it happened. She didn't even have to try. She never had to. Her thoughts always found their way back to him.

His face surfaced behind her eyelids like a photograph developing in slow motion. The way he looked at her when he thought she wasn't watching. The way his voice dropped an octave when he said her name. The way he had held her wrist that first night, watching the minutes tick down to 8:30 like he was counting every single one.

She thought about the way her life had changed since he walked into it or rather, since she had walked into his. The torn diary pages slowly being replaced by new ones filled with words that mattered. The hollow ache that had lived in her chest for months, slowly filling with something warm and terrifying. Her chest tightened.

His presence had become intoxicating. Her heart raced around him in a way it never had, not with Mahesh, not with anyone else and when he had tried to push her away, when he had said "End of story. Finish," something inside her had cracked. It had hurt more than she expected, more than she admitted. This wasn't normal.

"Why..." she whispered.

She hadn't realized how much she needed him until she almost lost him.

She opened her eyes and sat up abruptly, reaching for her diary on the nightstand. The pen trembled in her fingers as she wrote, the words pouring out of her like water breaking through a dam.

"Teri nazdeekiyon mein kaisa khumaar hai
Teri kurbat se mera dil kyun bekaraar hai
Kyun yeh mitti nahin hai kaisi yeh pyaas hai
Jitna main dur jaaun utni hei tu paas hai"

She read the lines once. Twice. Three times. Then again. And again. A soft smile appeared. This was exactly what she was feeling. She didn't overthink it. She didn't edit.

"Hmm..." she murmured, closing the diary gently and holding it close to her chest for a moment.

She placed it on the nightstand and let sleep claim her with a small, satisfied smile on her lips.