63||will it be?

Until you lose it, you will never understand its value. Unless you are deprived of it, you will never know how greedy, desperate, and thirsty you are for the thing. This births desires.

Some wishes you crave. Something you know you are never going to have, yet still, you hope for them, and while wishing, you end up desiring them.

Kiraz wants a world where her lover and her baby would unite. Reyansh wants to bring her into his world and swears to protect her. Veer wants his papa, a family. Rishabh wants Amaya to overlook whatever he did to her. If only he was asking it from a robot. Amaya desires a love like the one Reyansh has for Kiraz. No, she doesn't desire Reyansh. She desires the kind of love not every man is able to possess. In the end, not everyone is destined to be loved the way we desire to be. The way we deserve to be. The way we crave.

Lost things are always meant to be lost, unless destinies to be found. Scars litter on humans; what good have they ever brought, as all they brought are buckets of memories of our failed battles? Maybe to remind us in times of war. A hundred battles I lost, and the war I win.

The war has just started, and some hearts are going to lose, and some hearts, even after winning, will they ever be the same? Kiraz is Reyansh, and Reyansh is Kiraz.