Aur batao kaisa laga mera mazak! Hehe kisiko mere upar bharosa nahi tha , you'll were like agar yeh dono separate hongey tho dekh lena, matlab phele bharosa kiya karo _timewaste_ the only accha person...... I'm angry with y'all huh!!!
Fun fact:meine yeh ussi din likh liya tha the day i posted the second last chapter....
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Two days passed by , Drishtis state was more worse then vulnerable, ahe came back from the college with the only face that came before her eyes was of Rakshit.... His annoying habit of making the utensils fly or making her open her hair or the nickname he gave her she missed it she missed everything, she missed him
Tear drops rolled down her eyes as she remembered him and all their moments
Drishti:Rakshit I can't live without you, I'm sorry I can't keep up to your promise of living because you were my soul and now I'm an existing dead body, I can't
She said to herself as she walked towards the drawer and removed a blade, with one look at the full house and then the the basement where he met her and the moment she fainted when she found out that that he was a ghost or the moment she hit him were still fresh,revolving around her mind
A sad chuckle escaped her mouth
She knew he wouldn't pounce on her screaming cupcake throughout the house , or he wouldn't come to her complaining about how much homework she had to do, hell he wouldn't even comeback
Drishti looked at the blade tearfully and closed her eyes, while his smiling face came in from of her, within an other moment she was lying on the ground with the pool of blood surrounding her slit wrist
Drishti:*weakly* I love you rakshit agar tumhare bina jeena hai tho mhuje maith manzur hain
Her eyes slowly closing now while his smiling face came in front of her and a weak smile adorned her lips while her eyes finally closed
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Drishti slowly opened her eyes and glanced around her the blade was lying on the floor next to her. She looked at the pool of blood surrounding her and her gaze confused my went in her wrist that didn't have any wounds
Drishti:*confused*yeh....
She looked at their painting while a cold breeze hit her face as her hair slipped down
Khariyat pucho kabhi tho kafiyat pucho, tumharr bin deewane ka kya hal hai
Rakshit left her hair open and returned back to his place
While drishti frowned , while rakshit opened his mouth to say something but drishti cut him off
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The Preposterous Path ✔
Fan FiktionShe was ordinary while he was extraordinary He was an unimaginable while she was a fantasy they were two ends of the same edge that would never be apart but also opposite poles that could never be aside will it be a lock without a key, or a house w...
