This story is continuation to darling movie. Get into the story to know how one misunderstanding made his life upside down and how someone special entered his life to change it in a way he never thought of.
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Hello my lovely readers!!! Sorry for the delay..... Here is the next chapter.... This fb will be in Nandini's POV. Hope you will enjoy.
Happy Reading!!!!!!😍😍
************************************ 5 years ago........
Nandini's POV:
I am crying a river standing in the Hyderabad Airport.
"Nandini, I already told you if you cry like this I won't come to the Airport. Now you are making this difficult for both of us."
I looked at Prabha who is trying to act cool for me.
Dad:"Nandini, what is this ra? Just one more year that's it. Come already they gave final announcement." Dad left taking my brother with him.
Prabha took my hands in his. "Remember one thing.....We may be away physically but our hearts will always stay connected to each other."
I wiped my tears and took the box from my backpack. I took his hand in mine and hooked the bracelet I bought for him.
Me:"This is my first gift for you. I will throw this in the dustbin if you don't wear it now. This should always be on your hand."
I said before he opens his mouth to refuse it.
He gave me a tight hug saying "I will be waiting for you. Come soon." He broke the hug and kissed the back of my right hand.
I wiped the tear just fell from his eyes and walked away not turning back afraid of running back to him again.
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We reached home in the midnight and messaged Prabha about our arrival as it is too late to call and fell on my comfy bed as I am too tired to change.
As soon as I woke up I called Prabha and we spoke for two hours before he left to meet his friends.
Its weekend and I still have 2 more days to start my college. So I called my friend Neethu and decided to go for shopping.
We spent few hours to buy some dresses, cosmetics and other essentials.
While passing gents session. I saw a white shirt👕. I walked towards that to buy it for my Prabha but stopped when my hands clashed with someone else's.
I looked at the owner of the hand to see his face changing from irritation to realization as if he knows me.
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I frowned seeing him smirk at me. He looks like Indian.
Again our hands touched when we are trying to take that shirt.
