What will come to your mind, if you are sitting with a friend, holding his hand, a friend you’ve had your life’s most beautiful moment with? Friend you’ve had your first kiss with? Awkward? Exactly. They were feeling the same.
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Read the FIRST CHAPTER.
Read the SECOND CHAPTER.
“Aati hu” came a female voice from inside.
The door was opened by Sunita, Abhimanyu’s cook.
“Sahab kamre me hai.” Sunita replied.
When two people are too close, from family to servants, they just know everybody and everything about each other.
She walked towards Abhimanyu’s room and slowly opened the door, only to find him lying on the floor.
*STORY SO FAR*
“The pain of dying is easier than to see someone dying.” she looked at Abhimanyu’s face.
He tightened his arms around her and said “I know. And I don’t wanna lose my love too.”
It's strange how love is, it makes you sacrifice whatever you have. Somewhere, she was losing everything too and somewhere, she wanted to lose everything, everything for him, his half love and complete presence.
Mehek is sitting inside the Indira Gandhi International airport's waiting area. She is staring at the entry door with eager eyes. In her eyes both helplessness and hopelessness are clearly visible.
A handsome, dusky, tall guy of something around 6’2 sits beside her. In her helplessness she ignores looking at him. Intrigued by her behavior, the guy gives his hand, “Hi” he says.
“Hi” Mehek replies, with a puzzled look. Then quickly shakes his hand then turns her head towards the entry again.
PLEASE READ THE FIRST AND SECOND PART FIRST, IN CASE YOU HAVEN'T READ THEM YET.
Read the FIRST PART here.
Read the SECOND PART here.
…. Sipping onto each other’s lips, the two lovers, finally broke the kiss. Both Rivan and Naina looked into each other’s eyes. And then, two stranger-turned-lovers finally looked at their love, looked at the one their heart was beating for.
IN CASE YOU HAVEN'T READ THE FIRST PART YET. HERE IT IS.PLEASE READ THAT FIRST.
*THE PRESENT DAY*
It was raining bad, it felt as if the sky couldn’t hold his tears, looking at her crying.
On her way from Shallot's Café to her home, the only things she did was staring outside the cab, wiping her tears off her face and trying to smile.
'Beauty', 'Aesthetic', 'Good looks', 'Pretty' so many names, but they all means the same. Same? How? As in they all means having a pretty face or having an awesome physique? No.. No.. being honest? No, beauty doesn't mean that too. So what does it mean? Well... what do u think? I believe beauty is in the heart and I am pretty sure even God believes that.
ABOUT ME
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I could look back at my life and get a good story out of it. It's a picture of someone who was always trying to figure out who she is. And she is still hasn't found the answer.
Tell Me Your Story
I will listen to you.
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