𝒀𝒆𝒉 𝒌𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒆𝒌 𝒌𝒂𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒊 𝒃𝒂𝒚𝒂 𝒌𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒊,
𝒖𝒔𝒌𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒏𝒆 𝒌𝒊, 𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒌𝒊, 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒆 𝒌𝒊,
𝒐𝒓
𝒛𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒈𝒊 𝒌𝒊...
Likhe jo khat tujhe wo teri yaad mein
Hazaaron rang ke nazaare ban gaye
Savera jab hua to phool ban gaye
Jo raat aayi to sitare ban gaye
Likhe jo khat tujhe...
Koyi nagma kahin goonja
Kaha dil ne yeh tu aayi
Kahin chatki kali koyi...
Main yeh samjha tu sharmai
Koyi khushbu kahin bikhri
Laga yeh zulf lehrai...
Likhe jo khat tujhe wo teri yaad mein
Hazaaron rang ke nazaare ban gaye
Savera jab hua to phool ban gaye
Jo raat aayi to sitare ban gaye
Likhe jo khat tujhe...
Fiza rangin, adaa rangin
Yeh ithlana, yeh sharmana
Yeh angdayi, yeh tanhai
Yeh tarsa kar chale jana
Bana dega nahi kisko
Jawaan jadoo yeh deewana...
Likhe jo khat tujhe wo teri yaad mein
Hazaaron rang ke nazaare ban gaye
Savera jab hua to phool ban gaye
Jo raat aayi to sitare ban gaye
Likhe jo khat tujhe...
𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑳𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝑰 𝒘𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖,
𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔, 𝒔𝒂𝒅𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔,
𝒎𝒚 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈...
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𝑨𝒋𝒆𝒚 𝑵𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒓
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24 years old.
India's biggest Youtoober,
Childish and mature...
Chomu Nagar.
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𝑽𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒂 𝑹𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒆
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19 years old
College student,
Huge fan of Ajey,
Ajey is the only reason if her smile.
Depressed.
Side role:-
Vanya's bestfriend- Shruti Malhotra
Vanya's mom- Ms. Radha Rathore
Ajey's brother- wilyfrenzy a.k.a Yash Nagar.
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ᴛᴏ ᴀᴀᴏ ʏʀʀ, sʜʀᴜʀ ᴋᴀʀᴛᴇ ʜᴀɪ ʙᴀᴄᴋᴄʜᴏᴅɪ...
Ajey's POV
I just woke up a few minutes ago, it's already 11 AM, yrr late night streams are awesome but uske bad sona bhi hota hai.
"Ajey! Neche aa"
I heard mom's voice, abbhi subha subha kay hoga.
'Saale abbhi dupaher hone wali hai'
My brain said, are yrr.
I went downstairs and saw mom coming out of the kitchen.
"Kay hua mummy?"
I asked.
"Bahut jaldi uth gaye app aaj? Suraj konsi disha se nikal hai?"
She said, hai mere he mummy hai or kay except kiya tha?
"Disha patani ke ghar se nikla hoga"
I said sitting down on the couch lazily.
"Kab bada hoga tu, kush nahi ho skta tera"
She said going back to the kitchen.
"Accha sun table pai tera or Yash ka parcel rkha hai, usko bhi utha de or dekh lo kay hai"
She said, yeh bat pahle nahi pata sakti mummy? Faltu main tane marne jarure the? Tum caheye zindagi main kush bhi ukhad lo but mummy ke morning wale tane kabhi band nahi ho skte abb tum mano ya na mano.
I looked at the brown box taped fully, but didn't had a logo of any delivery service or any brand, ismi bomb to nahi?
I looked at the side there was a white slip attached to it, speed post.
"To
Ajey Nagar & Yash Nagar
S/o Vivek Nagar
H.no. xzy Faridabad, Haryana
From:-
Shruti Malhotra.
That's it man, humara pura bio data or bhejne wale ka siraf ek nam.
I shook my head and pick up the box.
"Fuck shit"
I said under my breath, bahi pahter wahter bhje hai kay, inta bhari box.
Slowly I picked it up again, and started walking upstairs towards Yash's room.
I opened the door with my leg and entered in, he was sitting in his bed with phone and tea in his hand.
"Tu subha subha yaha?"
He asked with a raised eyebrow.
"11:30 ho rahe hai"
I said and placed the box on the bed.
"Yeh kay hai bomb?"
He asked looking at the box curiously.
"Pata nahi, kis fan ne bheja hai lagta hai"
I said going throw his drawers.
"To tu abbhi kay kar raha kholna nahi hai?"
He asked again, now sitting beside the box.
"Scissors nam ki chese hai tere pass? Us se khulta hai"
I replied.
"Yeh ke, car keys mar ke khole le na, inta chutiyapp karna jaruri hai?"
He said and teared the tape with car keys, yeh kush sidhe tarike se nahi kar skta?
I sat on his bed and looked at the box curiously as he opened his flaps.
"Wow kafi sari chese hai"
I said and took out the first thing, that happens to be yoda!
"Yoda Yaha kase?"
Yash said taking it from my hand, and examined it, there was a letter attached to it.
"You said Selmon bahi took it with him, so thought to buy you a new one, surely will gift you when I get a chance, ~VR"
Yash said what's written on it and I laughed.
"Tere fans kush jada he sweet nahi hai?"
He said putting the yoda aside and taking out the next thing that happens to be a scrapbook.
He flipped the cover.
"My lifelines, as long as I have them I am happy"
Was written on the very first page, with mine and Yash's photo, then I yash started flipping the pages, there were many photos of us with different handwritten quotes and doodles, kasam se inti sunder handwriting humere pure khandan main kiski nahi hai.
"Bahi inti photos to humre kudh ke ghar ki album main nahi hongi"
Yash said as we got to the last page.
"Ha yrr kush fans toxic nahi acche bhi hote hai"
I said with a small smile, and took out the next thing, it was a set of mugs with the poster of all mine and Yash's songs, and all of mine characters I ever played in total there was 20 mugs.
"Bahi teri merchandise to ane nahi wali, fans ne kudh he bana li"
Yash said taking out all the mugs one by one.
"Deepak bahiya ko bol ke yahe merch main nikalwadu?"
I asked sarcastically, to be honest idea bura nahi hai.
"Appna kam kudh karna kab sikhe ga?"
He asked, and took out the a small A4 size sketch book out of the box.
"Bahi kitni sahi paintings bani hai bandi ne!"
I exclaimed looking at the op paintings and sketches in it.
Then there was a small box and diary in it, I took it out, and tried to open the diary, but it was locked.
"Bahi yeh khul nahi rahe?!"
I said.
"Chutiye password dal usmi, locked hai"
He said, I glared at him.
"Mujhe bhi pata, but password kay hai?!"
I asked.
"Mere ko kay malum? Dekh kush to hoga na"
He said looking around the box, and found a small piece of paper at the inside of box.
"101215"
He read it out, I put the same code on the lock. And it clicked open.
"Wow that was easy"
I said and took out the dairy from inside, but there was also 2 pictures that fell out with it, one was me and Yash, and the other one was of 2 girls, and they both looked quite cute, I turned it around and few word scribbled on it.
"Vanya Rathore × Shruti Malhotra"
Lagta hai jisne bheja hai uska nam hai.
Yash opened the first page of diary, there was across sign on the very first page, and on it was something written.
"This diary is a personal property of Ms. Vanya Rathore, if you fucking dare to read it, I will chop your head off, backoff right now!!!"
Yash read out and gave the dairy to me.
"Main nahi padh raha, pahle page pai he intni khatarnak bate, andar pata nahi kay kay hoga"
He said, and I laughed at him.
"Bahi abb us bandi ne bheji hai to iska mtlb hum padh he sakte hai"
I said and flipped the first page. And started reading.
"Aaj mere psychologist ne mujhe bola tha I should start writing my feelings in a dairy, so here I am, wase to main kiski bat suna pasnd nahi karti but try karne main kay he ja raha hai...
So, all I wanna say is, I fucking hate this world"
Yash laughed.
"Every teenager ever"
He said.
"Tu bhi asa he tha, or main bhi, tabhi aaj hum dono ase hai"
I said and flipped a few more pages, and kept on reading.
"Aaj carry ne new video dali, and I saw it over 100 times, I even have a fanpage for both Ajey and Yash bahiya, but us chomu ko to dekhna he nahi hai, aaj tak ek bar bhi meri edits nahi dekhi, I feel sad he doesn't even know I exist, but I also feel happy that at least I have him to make me smile and laugh cuz of his backcodi"
I smiled, that's so sweet of her yrr.
"How sweet and you how chomu"
Yash commented and I glared at him, I kept reading out the dairy, and found that this Vanya girls parents were divorced and she lived with her mom and Shruti is her bestfriend, I reached some last pages.
"If I ever met Ajey and Yash bahiya, I would like to thank them, for being there when no one was, they might not know how much they mean to me, how broken I was before discovering them, even though after that I was broke too, but still they gave me a hope, that there is still something to do in life, they are my very last hope like the last ray of sun they brightened my world, though I know I will lose them but still they have been the best thing happened to me in my worst life, all I wanna do is met them before I die"
I got emotional reading this, not because she wrote so beautiful, because there was tear stains on the page and some words were also blur.
I flipped the next page, and there was a beautiful pome but a sad one.
(*poem above)
"Bahi kay poem likhi hai, isko to writer hona caheye tha"
Y
ash said I nodded in agreement.
Then I flipped the next page.
"You are my only hope, and I am losing it...
But that was the last page and the last line of the dairy.
I opened the book and found a small piece of paper neatly folded.
There was a number on it.
"Bahi yeh? Number ka karu?"
I asked.
"Call kare?"
He asked taking his phone I dailed the number, and put it on the speaker.
"The number you are calling is not answer, please try again later"
Computer wali Aunty said, I rang the number again, and again of five times until someone picked up.
"Hello?"
I looked at Yash, that was a female voice but quite... old.
"Hello?"
She said again.
"Hello? Vanya Rathore?"
I said.
"Oh, I am Vanya's mom, Radha Rathore"
The lady on the other end said, yeh mummy ka number kon deta hai?
"Namaste Aunty, main Vanya ka dost bol raha hu us se bat ho sakti hai?"
I said.
"Beta, I don't know tum kon ho, but Vanya died two months back, she had cancer"
Phone slipped from my hand as tears came in my eyes.
"You are my only hope, and I am losing it....
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Jute chappal in comment section are welcomed.
And I am sorry!!!!
Please yrr maf kardo, end main sad ho jate hai hum.
Aesthetics by:- judgemental_hooman
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