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'Falling in love is like holding a candle. Initially it lightens up the world around you. Then it starts melting and hurts you. Finally it goes off and everything is darker than ever and all you are left with is the burn.'
Author's Pov
Bhanumati's felt a pain in heart knowing it was time for their departure. She will miss everyone here in Hastinapur. The past few weeks she spent here in Hastinapur will forever stay in her heart. Her stay here taught her many valuable lessons of life which she will hold close to her heart.
She folded her hands in front of the royals of hastinapur, smiling softly. Her heart was paining yet the smile on her lips did not fade. Bhanumati took Gandhari's and Dhritarashtra's blessings before bidding goodbye to them.
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Amidst all these her eyes were searching for him, the one who stole her heart. She knew he was here but her eyes couldn't find him. She sighed in disappointment. She really hoped to see him one last time before she leaves but seems like fortune was not on her side. She will surely miss him and his friendship. Leaving him was hard for her but there is nothing that will hold her back is here.
Bhanu's gaze fell on the woman, who had the heart of the man she loves. The woman was beautiful, not just outside but also from the inside and it was no wonder men are attracted to her like moths to flame. She was what any man want in his life. Not just men even women seemed to love this girl for her loving nature.
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