His pov I do still remember the day i first saw her , I came to India for the first time because of the culture , tradition , architecture , art , and the historical temples ,I have heard of . but when i saw her , I don't remember seeing anything else. Her brown eyes which looked at the sunset. Her black hair which was kissing her cheeks and everytime she has to stuck them at the back of her ears with her hands. Her pink lips which was now more pink because of the cold. but the sadness in her eyes got me I started feeling sad seeing her sad I felt bad for her. reason , i don't know but all I want is now to make her happy all I want is to make her mine ,my world , my life and I can do anything or everything to make her mine and to make her happy . I wonder how she will would look with a smile on her beautiful face. And then I heard someone calling my name and I turned towards the person and it was my friend who was coming towards me I ignored him and turned back to look at her but she was no more there I tired to find her there but was unable to do that .she was really like the wind who came and go but changed the whole world around me for forever. she was the reason of me staying there in hope that i will again meet her. No matter what I believe I will meet her one day ........ It's not an ordinary story and she is not an ordinary Girl .
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