The days after Aarav's departure were a blur of airports, interviews, and aching silence. Kiara threw herself into work, dazzling cameras with perfect smiles, but every night, when the lights dimmed, her heart wandered across oceans.
Their calls became lifelines—fragile threads connecting two worlds. At midnight, Kiara curled on her couch, phone in hand, watching Aarav's tired but smiling face on the screen.
"You look exhausted," she teased gently.
"And you look… unreal," he murmured, his voice soft, eyes drinking her in like she was the only star in his sky.
She laughed, but her chest tightened. "I miss you."
His silence spoke louder than words. Then, slowly, he said, "I miss you more than I thought possible."
They shared everything—his struggles with the new team, her battles with relentless media scrutiny. Sometimes, they just sat in silence, watching each other breathe, as if that alone could bridge the distance.
But cracks began to form.
One evening, Kiara's phone buzzed with headlines: "Kiara Kapoor and Co-star Ananya: Sparks on Set?" The rumours were baseless, but they spread like wildfire. When Aarav called, his voice was tight.
"Is there any truth to this?" he asked, trying to sound calm.
Kiara's heart sank. "Aarav, no. It's just gossip."
"I know," he said quickly, but the edge in his tone lingered. "It's hard… seeing things from here."
Her throat burned. "Then trust me."
"I do," he whispered, but the silence that followed was heavy—like a storm waiting to break.
That night, Kiara stared at the screen long after the call ended, her reflection fractured in the glass. Distance wasn't just miles—it was doubt, fear, and the cruel weight of fame.
And yet, when her phone buzzed again, his message made her smile through tears:
"No matter what they say, you're still my sky."