Aashiqui~
Prologue¹
It screams your name in crowded arenas,
echoes through microphones,
and wraps itself around your existence
until you forget what silence ever felt like.
It blinds you with lights so bright
that you stop seeing the darkness inside you.
It convinces the world that you’re alive
that you’re thriving, breathing, glowing.
Because behind all that noise…
behind the applause that never seems to end,
behind the cameras, the headlines, the perfect smiles
There are stories no one hears.
Stories buried under flashing lights.
Stories hidden behind rehearsed laughter.
Stories that don’t make it to the stage.
Stories of love that don’t heal
they consume.
Stories where love doesn’t feel like warmth…
but like fire.
Slow, suffocating, inescapable fire.
Stories where one person becomes your habit,
your addiction,
your reason to wake up every morning
And the reason you slowly stop
Because love like that doesn’t save you
Piece by piece.
Breath by breath.
Until one day, you wake up and realize
there’s nothing left of you
except the parts that belong to them.
𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚.
This is a story of obsession.
Of blurred lines between love and need.
Of wanting someone so badly
that you forget where you end
and they begin.
It’s a story about losing yourself
in someone
who was already lost.
Because sometimes,
the most dangerous thing isn’t loving someone broken.
It’s believing
you can fix them.
Prologue²
He was a star the world was forgetting.
Once, his name was everywhere.
On every billboard,
in every playlist,
on every pair of lips that sang along to his songs
He was chaos wrapped in charm.
A voice that carried pain so beautifully
that people mistook it for art.
And fame is even crueler.
Because the same world that lifts you up
is the one that watches you fall
slowly, silently,
like it’s entertainment.
The cheers got quieter.
The lights felt harsher.
The nights got longer.
And somewhere along the way,
he stopped singing to express
and started singing to survive.
The bottle in his hand became more constant
than the microphone in his grip.
The emptiness inside him grew louder
than any crowd he ever faced.
He wasn’t just losing his fame.
But broken stars don’t trend
A voice the world had yet to discover.
Soft, unpolished, untouched by the cruelty of the industry.
A dreamer with stars in his eyes
and music in his veins.
He didn’t sing for fame.
He didn’t sing for validation.
He sang because it was the only way
he knew how to feel.
His world was small
just a few hopes,
a few melodies,
and a heart that believed too easily.
He didn’t know what fame could do to a person.
He didn’t know how love could destroy.
When he saw him for the first time,
standing under blinding lights,
voice trembling with something that sounded like pain
He didn’t see a broken man.
He saw something beautiful.
Something worth holding onto.
And that was his first mistake.
Because some people aren’t meant to be held
They’re meant to be survived.
Prologue³
Falling from heights he once ruled.
Falling from grace, from control, from himself.
Every step he took was heavier than the last.
Every night felt darker than before.
He didn’t want to be saved.
Because when you’ve been broken long enough,
you stop looking for healing.
You start finding comfort in the damage.
Slowly, quietly,
like the first note of a song no one expected to love.
His voice began to find its way
into places it didn’t belong yet.
Into hearts that weren’t ready for him
He was becoming something.
And he didn’t even realize it.
But rising comes with a price dont they?
Because the higher you go,
the more you risk losing yourself
on the way down.
Between the fall and the rise,
between the chaos and the calm,
between destruction and innocence
Not in a moment of magic.
Not in a scene painted with perfection.
But in something far more dangerous
He saw himself in him.
The past he had lost.
The purity he could never get back.
And he saw him like something divine.
Something worth saving.
Something worth loving.
Even if it meant destroying himself in the process.
They didn’t meet to heal each other.
They didn’t meet to fix what was broken.
To ruin each other beautifully.
Because love like theirs
was never meant to last.
To consume.
To ache.
To leave scars that never fade.
It was the kind of love
that makes you feel alive for the first time
And then takes everything from you
just as quickly.
Because sometimes,
love doesn’t fix you.
It doesn’t put you back together.
It doesn’t make you whole.
And by the time you realize it…
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