||BOOK ONE IN FOREVER SERIES♡||
•Stand-alone•
A simple story to knock your hearts with love.
Abhimaan and Sameera loved each other with their imperfections and flaws. They were each other's sanity and made them not just fall in love with one another...
Azeeb silsila tha dosti ka Kuch dur chla, aur ishq mein tabdeel hogya❤️
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Relaxing on the seashore the cold breeze touched my skin, the sun was indicating the remake of another dusk. Seeing the glorious sundown my mind drifted off to the memories of the past month, it was pure paradise.
Sunset on the beach was the best aspect of loving Mumbai.
It's been a month since Sameera and I started working together. She is so flawless in her work. I loved watching her work or seeing her secretly through the curtains of my cabin was the blissful time of my day.
The thing that specifically dominated my mind was, what if it was just an attraction. Love, at first sight, is possible but glimpsing the world around me where people nowadays, fake love. Things appear risky to me.
I was not afraid to fall in love with her. If I say with Laksh's point of view I was already in love with Sameera. It was just my insecurities of hurting her that was resisting me from endorsing the fact that I love her.
I needed my mind to make up with peace and confirmation. I know that only one person can help me in the present scenario.
Taking a deep breath of fresh air I drove off to my home.
Knocking on the door of my father's study space. I entered inside trying not to show myself nervous when in reality I was hell nervous. Not that I fear taking with my Dad It was just that I never that a talk about something like this.
"Abhi, you at home this time, everything fine," Dad said looking a bit amazed.
"Yeah, it was less work at the office today so arrived early and thought to have coffee with you" I trailed off showing Dad coffee cups.
He chuckled listening to me.
"Young boy, I am your Dad. I always have the input of what is going in my son's life. Let's move to the terrace and talk about it" He said moving to the terrace.
We both began shipping our coffee while looking at the clouds. The weather was cold. December was marking the end of the year.
"Dad, how do you find out that Mom was the one for you," I asked him breaking the silence.
