Chapter Twelve.

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Ek main aur ek tu...
Ho, ek main aur ek tu..
Dono mile jiss tarah..
Aur jo tan-man mein ho raha hain
Yeh toh hona hi tha... 🥀✨

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Author's POV.

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Somewhere in Mumbai, Tara was sitting with wine bottle infront of her and she was just leaning on the couch lifelessly.

She just let the tears flow. She was yet again alone with no one around. No Dhruv, No Amya, No Aditya, No parents and no one else who cared for her.

'Was she that bad? Was she unworthy? Can she ever be loved?' this thoughts surrounded her mind making her exhausted.

She just threw the wine glass she had in her hand and got up. She surely was pretty drunk, but did she care about it? No

She locked her door and went inside the elevator. She leaned onto in wall and stared in the mirror which was near her.

Oh well... She looked like a mess. Red eyes, dark circles, messy hairs and want not. She looked ugly. She hated the way she looked from the very start.

Though everyone else adored her face, her hairs and her perfect life, she hated it. She hated everything about her. She hated her eyes, her face, her hairs, her body and even the money her parents earned.

People did adore her, but also called her names like spoiled brat, rich father's spoiled daughter and what not.

She hated it. She hated her life and even thought of doing suicide when she went into collage, but something held her back. It was her love for Dhruv.

She knew the Dhruv no one else did. She doubted if anyone else knew the angry, caring, baby Dhruv she knew. She doubted that anyone knew the delusional, flirty, dramatic Dhruv she knew.

No one did. He stopped being that person. Though she knew that Roohi might be the person who will help him, but was she ready to get her heart broken? Yes.

Yes she was ready. For Dhruv, she can die too. It's just letting him go and let him be with someone else. She can atleast do that.

The fact no one knew was, Tara admired Roohi from the very start. While everyone hated Roohi, Tara always admired how strong the lady was. Though Tara now was sure that, Roohi might hate her.

Tara drove the car with tear droplets making their way down to her neck. She sniffled a bit and stopped the car at roadside.

It was 3:23 in the morning and no one was on the road. It was just her, all alone. She went and sat at the side of Marine Drive and looked at the view.

The cold breeze touched her face making her sigh in relief. Though the tears didn't stop, she just found peace here.

Dhruv was now happy with Roohi. Aditya will continue being the playboy he is. Her parents does not care about her anymore. Her grandparents hate her. Her aunts are jealous of her. Her cousins judge her. Amya was in New York busy with her own kids. Why was she even alive for now?

For who? Who was there to look after her? Was there someone? Maybe. If that person is there, where is he or she? She wished to get loved.

She wished someone loved her like Bunny loved Naina, like Virat loves Anushka, like Ron loved Hermione, like Rohit loves Ritika... Was there someone to love her just like that?

She looked down and closed her eyes. The tears never stopping. She hugged herself as the breeze flew. Oh boy... She too had a story no one knew.

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Yashasvi was coming back from a get together at 3:40 in the morning. He had slept in the party and was woken up by one of his friend.

He yawned as he drove the car. As he was driving by the Marine Drive, he couldn't help but notice the car parking by the roadside in the midnight and a girl was sitting by the Marine Drive all alone.

He did got some uneasy feeling. What was a girl doing there all alone at the night? His eyes then travelled across and found 3-4 drunk men looking at the girl.

He frowned and parked the car and got out it. He started jogging near the girl with one extra jacket in his hand as it was pretty cold outside.

As he reached near the girl he looked behind to see the men were following too. He just let out a shaky breath and patted the girl's shoulder.

Yashasvi - umm, excuse me miss. Are you okay?

He asked with hesitation visible in his tone. "Yea I am fine" the girl answered and turned her face to look at him. Yashasvi stood their in shock with their faces pretty close to each other.

It was Tara! He straightened up and cleared his throat. "What are you doing here at night Tara?" He asked.

Tara just sighed and looked down. "I don't know.." she answered with shaky voice.

Yashasvi's face soften as he noticed the new tears replacing the dried tears. He just covered her with the jacket and made her stand up.

As they walked towards Yashasvi's car, and quickly sat in as the drunk men were nearby. He started the car while Tara looked out.

Tara - what about my car?

She asked innocently as the realisation hit her. "Don't worry I will tell my manager to park it at your home." Yashasvi answered with a warm smile.

Tara - I am sorry...

Yashasvi - for what?

He asked with a frown as he looked at her for few seconds. "For everything I had done in past. I swear I didn't mean to do any of that.." Tara answered with a sigh.

Yashasvi - it's okay Tara. It was past. I hope you would not interfere in Dhruv and Roohi bhabhi's life now.. sorry if I am rude.

Tara - no Yashasvi you aren't rude and also I promise to never interfere in their lives...

Tara answered and leaned back on the seat. Yashasvi gave her a smile and Tara tried to return it with a weak smile.

Yashasvi - just tell me what your adress is..

Tara nodded and guided him. Oh boy, Yashasvi did knew that something was wrong with her but he just could not get to the point.

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After 15 minutes, they reached Tara's home and Yashasvi parked the car. Like a gentleman he is, he opened the door for Tara who gave him a smile and started walking.

As Yashasvi stared at her, he did notice that she was drunk. He shook his head and jogged towards her and held her arm as he was almost about to fall.

Yashasvi - I will drop you at your home.. okay?

Tara just nodded and held his palm for support. Both reached Tara's apartment and entered inside. Yashasvi could not help but notice the wine bottle and broken wine glass laying around the living room.

Both of them carefully entered inside and Yashasvi looked at Tara with concerned eyes.

"Tara are you okay? Do you want to talk about anything?" Yashasvi asked her with soft voice as Tara sat on the couch.

Tara couldn't help but stare at him with tired eyes and weak smile which was almost vanished now. Yashasvi kneeled down and faced her.

She couldn't help but notice that he was actually pretty. Oh well also crush of many girls out there.

His question made her emotional and she let out a shaky breath. "Yes..." She whispered as the tears made their way again.

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Hey guys!

New chapter after a long time! How are you all doing?

Also, I SHIP TARA AND YASHASVI PLEASEEE 😭

As I said, Tara too have her own POV, we have seen half of it in this chapter and half of it, we will see in the next chapter!

Sorry for late updates guys!

Thanks for reading!

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