"If you love somebody, let them go, for if they return, they were always yours. If they don't, they never were."
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"I saw this girl at the age of 13, and among all the memories of that year, the best I remember is being absolutely crazy about her. B...
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Parth's POV
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I gently pulled the curtains aside, shielding her delicate face from the intrusive rays of the setting sun, ensuring she could rest undisturbed. Mesmerised by her presence, I lingered, as though committing each contour of her face to memory.
Time drifted by unnoticed until a subtle movement stirred her from slumber. In that instant, a surge of guilt compelled me to abandon the sofa and claim a seat on the edge of the bed.
She woke up, her eyelashes delicately brushing against her flushed cheeks as she rubbed her eyes in a gesture so innocent. Her tousled hair framed her face in a dishevelled halo, adding to her ethereal beauty.
"Sorry," she mumbled, her voice still drowsy with sleep. "I don't know how I dozed off."
"It's alright," I responded softly, a fond smile tugging at the corners of my lips.
Her brows furrowed in concern as she asked, "Are you feeling any better now? Has your fever gone down?"
I nodded, grateful for her care and attention, as a sense of relief washed over me.
"Did you just wake up?" she inquired, her gaze searching mine for any sign of discomfort or distress.
Shit!
I instinctively touched my neck, as I swiftly lied, hoping my words sounded convincing enough, "Yeah, just about four or five minutes ago."
As the lie slipped from my lips, I couldn't shake the guilt gnawing at my conscience.
I mentally berated myself. But, the thought of confessing that I had spent the entire hour watching over her as she slept filled me with dread.
What would she think of me? A creep, surely.
She interrupted my tumultuous thoughts with a gentle rise from the sofa, as she announced her departure from the room with a soft smile.
I couldn't help but smile, the memory of her peaceful slumber etched into my mind like a cherished painting.
Watching her sleep, her looking all angelic and serene, stirred a sense of warmth and contentment within me that words couldn't capture. In that moment, as I gazed upon her, all the chaos of the world seemed to fade away, replaced by a profound sense of tranquillity and peace.
Later, that night, I was standing in the dimly lit corridors of the hotel, when a familiar voice cut through the silence.
"Hi! Heard you were sick?" I heard Keerti inquire softly, her concern palpable in her gentle voice.
