At your engagement party, you stood there, smiling softly as your childhood bestfriend,the man both of the family chose slid the ring onto your finger. It was supposed to be a happy day, but not for someone's eyes.

Your bestfriend's elder brother “Krishav”, the man who had known you before you even knew yourself, was there. but he wasn’t himself. His gaze carried a quiet pain, as if his soul had been stolen right before your eyes. throughout the party, his actions were clearly, how hurt he is, even while trying not to lose his mind, seeing you with his own brother

After midnight, when you returned home, You had just stepped out of the bathroom, when you heard a knock on the front door. Hesitating about who could be at your door at such a late hour, you opened it and froze.There he was,“Krishav” But he wasn't the man you knew, you froze. completely drenched in rain, wearing a black shirt with the sleeves rolled up and several buttons undone, revealing your initial tattoo etched permanently just above his heart. His hair was tousled, wet strands falling onto his forehead, and his eyes were red and swollen, as if he had wept long and hard.He leaned against the doorframe, one hand holding a half-empty bottle of scot//, the strong aroma wafting into the air. He looked disheveled but beautiful..

“Why him? Didn’t my eyes tell you” his voice tremble slightly..

“Does he even know when you feel anxious?? & What makes you smile?? when Does he know the different meanings behind each of your laughs?” His voice was hoarse, as if he had just realized the weight of losing you.

Then, in a voice so broken it nearly shattered you, he whispered. “I’m the one who deserves you not him.”

You never truly felt anything for Raj your childhood bestfriend, even tho he's a nice guy..no spark, no pull. But with Krishav? It was different. Every glance from him lingered a second too long, his eyes holding yours like he was memorizing your face. When he smiled at you,that slow, crooked smile,your stomach flipped. His presence alone sent your heart racing.You knew you liked him. More than liked. And the way his voice softened when he spoke to you, the way he’d “accidentally” brush your hand,it was obvious he felt it too.But neither of you spoke. Maybe it was fear of ruining what you had, of rejection, of the unknown. So instead of confessing, you both chose silence.

He collapsed, sank to his knees before you, his body trembling with emotion. A broken sob escaped his lips as he looked up into your eyes, his words heavy with pain and heartache. “Why... Why did you choose him??... Why not me... why not me?” His voice cracked with raw emotion, as if the words had been lodged within him for an eternity.He pressed his forehead against your legs, his entire body wracked with silent tears.