"Ours is the only story that would echo through these very mountains," Vedant whispered, caressing Rumaisha's hair who was peacefully lying in his lap for the last couple of minutes. Yes, he counted. He counted every minute he spent with her because of the limited time they shared. "Is that enough?" She inquired, entwining her fingers with his. "Do we have another option?" He sighed. "Think of it this way. All the other stories are remembered by people but our special one would be engraved within these mountains, trees, this pretty lake." She spoke dreamily. He chuckled at her response, wondering how she always managed to observe the glass half full. "You're my Rumi for a reason." He leaned closer to her face and pecked her forehead.
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