Once the eighteen summer Inaayat danced in the rain, and petrichor damped the parched lanes of her heart as her lover Rehaan twirls her around.
Once the nineteen summer Inaayat got a call and stood in the rain, lost, drenched in pain.
A short story of Inaayat, of her love Rehaan, of her grief in the petrichor.
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Scrambled Tales
Short StoryMain ne har bar tujh se milte waqt tujh se milne ki aarzu ki hai tere jaane ke baad bhi main ne teri Khushbu se guftugu ki hai We all have a story we never told anyone. A collection of Short Stories.
