"We became friends but I don't know when your presence becomes so important to me and that time I know I'm in love with you."
If your partner is your best friend then that is the most beautiful relationship because now you don't need words to expres...
The clock was striking at the time to be a little past 2 at night, still, the city was awake with its full aura. As they say, Mumbai never sleeps. But some of its areas were in deep slumber. Then too you can't say everyone in that area could sleep. Some of them must be going through something which was giving them sleepless nights and they could do nothing to avail it.
Windy Lane was one of those lanes of the city which seemed to be sleeping not caring about the world. But this was not identically for every soul present in that area.
But still, an obscure shadow could be seen in the window of a house in this neighborhood. It was a deep question who was the girl awake at this aberrant hour?
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She is none other than the elder daughter of Kapoor House. Nandini Kapoor. She was standing at the window of her bedroom looking nowhere, particularly at the night sky. The cold night breeze was passing through her. They were messing up her beautiful long hair as the long traces were falling on her face. She closed her eyes to feel the soft breeze not caring to fix her hair. She let them move freely.
But she opened her eyes immediately as she got some flashes. A long sigh emerged from her unknowingly.
"The more you love, the more it hurts."
She sang in her melodious tone but her tone was low ascertaining, she was not perturbing anyone around. She hoped no one was having a sleepless night like her. These nights seemed to be longer than they were usually.
Suddenly the breeze became more expeditious. As the heftily ponderous air hit her face, Nandini came back to her real self. Till now she was in some other world. She was disoriented in the world of someone who was engendered by her and no one was about its existence neither she wanted to tell anyone about it. This is hers and only she had right in this world. She could handle the world the way she wanted to. No one else has any work in here or the power to change things without her will.
As she came back to her senses, she looked at the time. She was taken aback seeing it was so tardy. She was so occupied with her phrenic conceptions that she did not realize how the time passed and it was almost the cessation of the night. She felt she should sleep.
But was it that easy?
Can we always sleep even if we want to?
She looked at the book in her hand. It was titled "Love Story" inscribed by Erich Segal. The book was very nice. Not only it was about the story but the way every single emotion was portrayed here. There was something about the book which fascinated Nandini to read this book again and again. Every time she read the book, she felt her hear heart weighted more than usual. She felt all the pains that she endeavored to bottle up and hide from everyone, they wanted to burst out. She knew if anyone had a failed love story, this book was too precarious for that person.
