What happens when love, the most beautiful feeling in the world, turns into the most disastrous one?

Love for someone, selfless love, has the power to produce vibrations in the chest of a devil.
While love, selfless love, also holds the power to turn a once vibrant heart into a cold piece of stone.

But what when love is everything you want, and the only thing you are determined to stay away from? When YOU are the devil, fallen in this love with another cold heart? Will it prove to be the selfless one? Or will it unveil with time to show its disastrous colours?

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The silent dark sky was flawlessly decorated with the blend of different hues, each tinting the sky with their own glamour, accompanied by the white angelic shimmer of the glowing moon. The atmosphere was perfectly woven with the melodious yet zealous tune that had covered the entire area. The cool breeze had been embedded with the loud, enthusiastic screams of thousands of people. The quiet sky as well the as the exhilarating air seemed to reverberate with the echoes of thousands of voices, screaming in synchronisation, their voices yelling just one name.
As the tune increased its intensity, the intensity of the shouts originating from the enormous crowd gathered below increased too. The lights that had been spreading their shining glamour across the sky suddenly seemed to gather at a point just above the centre spot, before rotating in a three hundred and sixty degree angle, concentrating all of their enthusiastic pigments at the centre spot, while the surroundings simultaneously got covered with a blanket of sheer darkness, surrounded by the echoes that had been increasing their magnitude with every passing second.

As the lights experienced a drastic change of colour, turning from a mixture of bright shades into one with a slight greyish tint mixed with a scarlet hue, a silhouette appearing to belong to a young figure came into view. With its each advancing step, the exhilaration of the crowd only managed to expand itself. As the silhouette approached closer to the centre spot, the lights following his trail throughout, it gradually began to fit into the description of a young man with handsome features, broad shoulders and an ideal shape, walking towards the screaming crowd with a long object held in one of his hands. His black attire was accompanied by his glamourous golden jacket, which was unzipped, revealing the initials 'RK' hanging in front of his chest, through a thick chain round his neck.

Approaching the extreme centre spot, he touched his lips with his free hand, before blowing off a kiss in the direction of the shouting voices, to which the crowd responded with another howl.
The figure placed the object that had been in his hands around his neck with the help of the strap attached to it, before placing his hand on his ear, adjusting his shoulder microphone. He closed his eyes as the enchanting music began to fill the entire area, while another set of lights started to caress his figure in a zig-zag manner from behind him.

There on the stage he was. The person who flawlessly depicted each and every emotion he intended to through his voice. The person who had set a new standard for music. The person who had accomplished all that he had ever wanted to in life. The person whose voice had been a cure to numerous broken souls. The person who ruled millions of hearts, with a frozen piece of stone in his own chest. And the person whose life appeared to mirror the definition of 'perfection' - to the world.

As he opened his lids, his eyes met with a huge crowd, shouting and screaming enthusiastically before him, their synchronised voices chanting just one name. "RK! RK! RK!"

His face had been hardened like ever. His cold eyes swept across the crowd once, before he closed them once again, striking the strings of his favorite musical instrument, as the crowd replied with yet another round of howls.

Apne karam ki kar adaayein
Yaaraaa

Filling his lungs with as much air as he could, he once again spread the charm of his voice, feeling each word to the core of his soul, bending backwards a little due to the high note that both his guitar and his vocals managed to hit perfectly.

Manzilein ruswaa hain
Khoya hai raastaa
Aaye le jaaye
Itni si ilteja
Ye meri zamaanat hai
Tu meri amaanat hai

The depth of his voice filled every heart present there with a comforting warmth as he effortlessly surrendered himself to his music. He slightly straightened up at the last line, tilting his head a bit, facing downwards.

Aaaaaa.... (Aalap)
He lifted his head upwards again, slightly bending backwards, once again showing the intensity of his notes, while a sudden chill ran down the spines of every soul present there.

Mujhko iraade de
Kasmein de vaade de
Meri duaaon ke ishaaron ko sahare de

He crooned, tilting his head sideways to face the screaming crowd, while the howls kept on increasing.

Dil ko thikane de
Naye bahane de
Khwabon ki baarishon ko
Mausam ke paimane de
Apne karam ki kar adaayein
Kar de idhar bhi tu nigaahein

He stared straight at the gathering, his fingers never missing a single note.

Sun raha hai na tu
Ro raha hu main
Sun raha hai naa tu
Kyu ro raha hu main
Yaaraa

He sang, closing his eyes once again, losing himself to his own music. His voice embraced each heart with a comforting feeling, causing them to shiver at the same time.

(Musical break)

While the orchestra played the tune flawlessly, his fingers began striking the strings of his guitar at an unbelievable speed, showing his exceptionally brilliant musical skills, mixing the soothing melody with his own tint of rock, somehow turning it even more warming and thrilling than it had already been, overpowering the ever increasing screams.
He opened his eyes, hitting the last note with all his might and dedication as his hand came to rest by his side, somewhat swinging at the intensity of the last striked note.
As his fingers came to a halt, a strange silence filled the entire area. Head facing downwards, he stared at his wrist, as the gothic string of beads that had been wrapped multiple times around his wrist, came sliding down due to the force his hand had applied, before landing in his palms.
With another sharp glance at the crowd, he threw the object in his palms in the air with great force. The bracelet spun multiple times in the air, floating in it, before landing right into one of the numerous palms raised high in the air, jumping in an attempt to catch hold of the precious object racing through the air towards them. Yet another round of exhilarated screams swept across the crowd. His eyes landed on the person who had caught it, revealing her to be a girl who was now clasping his bracelet in both of her hands, holding it close to her chest, as numerous pairs of disheartened eyes glanced at the girl jumping with joy, with a defeated feeling, the feminine ones even shining with a hint of jealousy.
His face did not show the slightest change of expression.

Vaqt bhi thehra hai
Kaise kyun ye huaa
Kaash tu aise aaye
Jaise koi duaa
Tu rooh ki raahat hai
Tu meri ibaadat hai
Aaaaa

He began, once again caressing the strings magically.

Apne karam ki kar adaayein
Kar de idhar bhi tu nigaahein

He lifted his head upwards, looking at the open sky, breaking all boundaries between his music and his soul.

Sun raha hai na tu

He began, closing his eyes.

(Sun raha hai na tu)

The crowd roared with enthusiasm, repeating after him, swinging to the melody and surrendering to the aura his voice had created.

Ro raha hu main
(Ro raha hun main)

Sun raha hai naa tu
(Sun raha hai naa tu)
Kyu ro raha hu main

He tilted his head sideways, lids still shut.

Yaaraaaaa

Eyes closed, he yet again bent backwards due to the scales and intensity that his notes held. His slowly fading voice could be heard being followed by another set of overexcited screams. The decreasing magnitude of his voice seemed perfectly blended with the increasing howls echoing from the crowd.
As his vocals completed the last note, his fingers simultaneously striking the last of the strings, loud voices yelled from the crowd in synchronisation, the intensity of their voices successfully expressing the warmth and merriment they felt.

The crowd jumped with exhilaration, demanding for the repetition of the enthralling musical performance. While he just gave the crowd a cold glare before turning towards the other direction. As he placed his hand on the strap hanging around his neck, a crew member came running towards him, with a bottle of lukewarm water in one hand and a jacket in the other. As he approached the celebrity, he handed off his guitar to him, placing them straight into his hands, carefully and harshly at the same time, without ever bothering to look at him. The crew person handed him the bottle and his jacket, managing his guitar from the other hand. He just strode off towards the place from where he had appeared, taking off his shimmering golden jacket carelessly, while wearing the pitch black one he had received just now in a similar careless manner. With the same expression glued to his face, his eyes glistening with the same coldness, he continued to make his way towards the exit, throwing off his expensive golden jacket in the hands of another crew member standing near the exit, as he made his way out, leaving behind him an exhilarated, screaming crowd, the intensity of whose combined voices ever increasing with his each departing step.

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