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"TOO LATE" A Story of KIKI'S Situationship

big hugs @KIKII007 this was beautifully written, and true to the word, it's scary how feelings and emotions can pass us by for us to only realise when it's to late
 
KIKII007 said:
Kiki and Arham met in their second year of college. She liked the way he laughed too loudly in the cafeteria, how his confidence filled every room. He liked how easy it was to be around her—no pressure, no expectations.


They started hanging out after classes, studying together, grabbing late-night coffee. Soon, those study sessions turned into sleepovers. For Kiki, it felt like love blooming quietly, layer by layer. She memorized the curve of his smile, the way he absentmindedly played with her hair. To her, he wasn’t just a fling—he was the one.


But for Arham, it was casual. A situationship. She was his comfort, his late-night call, his warmth when the world got too heavy. He told himself he wasn’t ready for love, and he told her nothing at all.


Kiki never asked for labels, though her heart ached for them. Every time she wanted to ask “What are we?”, fear silenced her. She stayed, hoping his feelings would catch up to hers.


Then one day, they didn’t.


Kiki pulled away. She stopped answering his midnight texts. When Arham finally asked what was wrong, she said with teary eyes and a broken smile,
“Arham, I loved you. I still do. But I can’t keep being a secret, or just a body to you. I deserve more.”


She walked away before he could respond.


Months later, Arham saw her again—dressed in gold, radiant under wedding lights, standing beside another man who held her hand with pride. The guy was everything Kiki deserved: confident, devoted, openly in love with her.


That’s when it hit him. All those nights, all those moments—he had loved her too. He was just too afraid to admit it, too selfish to risk losing the freedom he clung to.


Now, it was too late.


As Kiki smiled at her groom, Arham stood at the back of the hall, unseen in the crowd. His chest ached with the weight of words unsaid.


And for the first time, he understood what it meant to lose someone you never truly claimed.
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KIKII007 said:
Kiki and Arham met in their second year of college. She liked the way he laughed too loudly in the cafeteria, how his confidence filled every room. He liked how easy it was to be around her—no pressure, no expectations.


They started hanging out after classes, studying together, grabbing late-night coffee. Soon, those study sessions turned into sleepovers. For Kiki, it felt like love blooming quietly, layer by layer. She memorized the curve of his smile, the way he absentmindedly played with her hair. To her, he wasn’t just a fling—he was the one.


But for Arham, it was casual. A situationship. She was his comfort, his late-night call, his warmth when the world got too heavy. He told himself he wasn’t ready for love, and he told her nothing at all.


Kiki never asked for labels, though her heart ached for them. Every time she wanted to ask “What are we?”, fear silenced her. She stayed, hoping his feelings would catch up to hers.


Then one day, they didn’t.


Kiki pulled away. She stopped answering his midnight texts. When Arham finally asked what was wrong, she said with teary eyes and a broken smile,
“Arham, I loved you. I still do. But I can’t keep being a secret, or just a body to you. I deserve more.”


She walked away before he could respond.


Months later, Arham saw her again—dressed in gold, radiant under wedding lights, standing beside another man who held her hand with pride. The guy was everything Kiki deserved: confident, devoted, openly in love with her.


That’s when it hit him. All those nights, all those moments—he had loved her too. He was just too afraid to admit it, too selfish to risk losing the freedom he clung to.


Now, it was too late.


As Kiki smiled at her groom, Arham stood at the back of the hall, unseen in the crowd. His chest ached with the weight of words unsaid.


And for the first time, he understood what it meant to lose someone you never truly claimed.
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Already told ya but still love to say again you written so well kiki . Don't worry if we ever have this type of situationship in future I will never leave you haha ;) .
 
KIKII007 said:
Kiki and Arham met in their second year of college. She liked the way he laughed too loudly in the cafeteria, how his confidence filled every room. He liked how easy it was to be around her—no pressure, no expectations.


They started hanging out after classes, studying together, grabbing late-night coffee. Soon, those study sessions turned into sleepovers. For Kiki, it felt like love blooming quietly, layer by layer. She memorized the curve of his smile, the way he absentmindedly played with her hair. To her, he wasn’t just a fling—he was the one.


But for Arham, it was casual. A situationship. She was his comfort, his late-night call, his warmth when the world got too heavy. He told himself he wasn’t ready for love, and he told her nothing at all.


Kiki never asked for labels, though her heart ached for them. Every time she wanted to ask “What are we?”, fear silenced her. She stayed, hoping his feelings would catch up to hers.


Then one day, they didn’t.


Kiki pulled away. She stopped answering his midnight texts. When Arham finally asked what was wrong, she said with teary eyes and a broken smile,
“Arham, I loved you. I still do. But I can’t keep being a secret, or just a body to you. I deserve more.”


She walked away before he could respond.


Months later, Arham saw her again—dressed in gold, radiant under wedding lights, standing beside another man who held her hand with pride. The guy was everything Kiki deserved: confident, devoted, openly in love with her.


That’s when it hit him. All those nights, all those moments—he had loved her too. He was just too afraid to admit it, too selfish to risk losing the freedom he clung to.


Now, it was too late.


As Kiki smiled at her groom, Arham stood at the back of the hall, unseen in the crowd. His chest ached with the weight of words unsaid.


And for the first time, he understood what it meant to lose someone you never truly claimed.
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Kiki You don't need to keep the memory that haunt your heartbeats for life , people love you i love you , you don't have to cry over for past things look for now people might be a lesson but it does not mean you have to feel bad for your life for so long , 2 years passed down and here you are still thinking of arham , dumbu khi ki , i have waited for someone to showup so i can tell her i still love her but i forgot to look around , i never intended to hurt anyone in that time cause i was not ready , i mistook you for her for time being than realised you are more than her cause u stayed for frienship u stayed for kindness u stayed for love okey fake love to see if someone can cross the line for you or not thats what i think ,u will be my sweetest girlfriend ever , Idk if you are a play girl or not kiki but u r a fine little sweet devil who can make eyes sing , heart glitter , soul mend any many more i won't tell , i wrote a song for u , i even recorded it but haven't got the courage to share with you , you don't need to be in love to recieve the blessing of people , u don't know how to live alone either u want a escape a easy path of love where everything shine and its possible stop feeling hurted because of one boy , his presence don't worth it , if i would have able to go in the past i would have to stop you from loving him so u can never become restless in loving for time being , it was not your fault it never was , don't break your soul for someone who didn't knew how to cherish your presence , u matter to me for all of us here cause you are one its kind , you healed me shree but made me cry too can't argue on that haha but its ok i get to know you i get to know the world could again look beautiful if you can just cross the past time of past for second time , don't hold back live for what you think is right , not in waiting not in past just now and in now.

Everyone loves you the way they can , one person shouldn't have the right of all the happiness , you don't need to steal love from time being you can ask i am here as a friend and will try my best to always be just don't be stupid dumb you are more than lovely , A hoorpari for sure shr... ; )


I wanted to write a lot of things but won't i hope u will get the msg and sorry for my english mistakes ; )
Actually we all are Stupid in love!!!
 
I can still smell u in my memories
Where we have talked for all the fady nights
When u were not home
I felt your hands over mine
If only in memories
I still do like it has happend yesterday
Yeah it happened yesterday I know
I do
I still Smell u , even if it in my memories ,
I love u , the way I want to do ,


The missing place I have ,
I have labelled your name all over it ,
Like i ritual ,
Should be done ,
I pray inside ,
Mock myself till I feel like you anymore ,
I can't handle the tearing of the soul oh god ,
I breath the memories of your smell ,
Like it has happened yesterday ,
Yet i still found myself at your door ,
Ringing the bells over and over again ,
Cause I want to live u , The way I want too.

Letting go is harder but it does not mean we have to become harder on ourselves ,
Choose to be the love you want from him.
I wish you recover from it if its still aching.
See you around ,
I am not teary or anything i found me after meeting you : )
So thank you shr...
 
KIKII007 said:
Kiki and Arham met in their second year of college. She liked the way he laughed too loudly in the cafeteria, how his confidence filled every room. He liked how easy it was to be around her—no pressure, no expectations.


They started hanging out after classes, studying together, grabbing late-night coffee. Soon, those study sessions turned into sleepovers. For Kiki, it felt like love blooming quietly, layer by layer. She memorized the curve of his smile, the way he absentmindedly played with her hair. To her, he wasn’t just a fling—he was the one.


But for Arham, it was casual. A situationship. She was his comfort, his late-night call, his warmth when the world got too heavy. He told himself he wasn’t ready for love, and he told her nothing at all.


Kiki never asked for labels, though her heart ached for them. Every time she wanted to ask “What are we?”, fear silenced her. She stayed, hoping his feelings would catch up to hers.


Then one day, they didn’t.


Kiki pulled away. She stopped answering his midnight texts. When Arham finally asked what was wrong, she said with teary eyes and a broken smile,
“Arham, I loved you. I still do. But I can’t keep being a secret, or just a body to you. I deserve more.”


She walked away before he could respond.


Months later, Arham saw her again—dressed in gold, radiant under wedding lights, standing beside another man who held her hand with pride. The guy was everything Kiki deserved: confident, devoted, openly in love with her.


That’s when it hit him. All those nights, all those moments—he had loved her too. He was just too afraid to admit it, too selfish to risk losing the freedom he clung to.


Now, it was too late.


As Kiki smiled at her groom, Arham stood at the back of the hall, unseen in the crowd. His chest ached with the weight of words unsaid.


And for the first time, he understood what it meant to lose someone you never truly claimed.
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Whether its fiction or reality , its very true n heart touching too. Will open eyes of many who are playing on border. Glad to realise them small sacrifice of getting freedom to get , chat n enjoy any other girl's company , its much more pleasure of life time on stack. Awesome. Ty for sharing. Keep it up. :cool:
 
Well guys i think i should clear thar this story is completely imaginary,, & Arham is a complete frictional man not my ex!!
 
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