Pratishtha:
*"I love you, but how do I show you the scars from a past I've tried so hard to forget?"*
Pratishtha is a self-made businesswoman, known for her grace and success, but behind that polished facade lies a broken soul. With a past too pai...
❤️हो, मुहब्बत जोकरतेहैंवो मुहब्बत जताते नहीं । धड़कने अपने दिल की कभी
किसी को सुनाते नहीं किसी को सुनाते नहीं।
मज़ा क्या रहा जब की खुद कर दिया हो मुहब्बत का इज़हार अपनी ज़ुबां से। इशारों इशारों में दिल लेने वाले बता ई हुनर तूने सीखा कहां से। निगाहों निगाहों में जादू चलाना मेरीजानसीखाहैतुमनेजहांसे।❤️
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~*Two Weeks Later*~
Time never stops. It flows relentlessly, an ever-advancing tide that carries us forward, away from what was and into what will be. Each dawn brings with it the promise of a new phase of life, an opportunity to start afresh. The sun rises, bathing the world in light, and with it comes the potential for new experiences, challenges, and growth. Every day is a blank canvas, waiting to be filled with the colours of our actions, decisions, and emotions. As the sun sets and the sky fades to twilight, the night embraces us, a silent witness to our day's endeavours. It consumes the events of the day, allowing us to release the burdens we carry. Time, with its unceasing march, teaches us that life is a series of phases, each one leading to the next. We grow, we change, and we evolve with every passing moment.
It had been two weeks since that harrowing incident. After that night, Avinash Garewal seemed to have retreated into the shadows, pulling no further stunts. The sudden quiet was both a relief and a cause for unease, a silent reminder of the storm that could break at any moment.
