" Teri Qismat ka likha koi tujhse koi nahi le sakta.
Agar bharosa hai rab par toh tujhe woh bhi mil jaayega joh tera ho na sakta"
When destiny decides to rewrite the lives of Karan and Tejasswi, it was already very late. Both of them had their...
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--⋆A dream is a wish your heart makes when you're fast asleep ⋆--
Syra turned to the other side of her bed and almost fell out seeing Tejasswi on the other side. She couldn't believe it. She extended an arm to her slowly to touch her sleeve. But she pulled it back thinking if she was real or not. She looked at the bedroom door which was closed. The room was quite dark to make out if Tejasswi was awake or not.
Syra propped her elbow placing her head above it. A finger constantly tapping her chin as she contemplated.
Am I dreaming? Syra wondered aloud.
"This is a dream, princess Syra. Its a sweet dream," She heard someone say. Syra gulped at the raspy sweet voice.
"Princess?" Syra wondered aloud.
"Yes, your highness. Princess Syra," Syra lips parted in surprise.
"A dream is a wish your heart makes when you're fast asleep," the voice said.
"That was said by Cinderella too," Syra muttered as she wiped the sleep from the edge of her eye.
"But Cinderella doesn't sound like this," she huffed as realization dawned upon her. Tejasswi clamped a hand over mouth from giggling out loud. Before she knew she engulfed by tiny arms.
"Got you," Syra shrieked into her ear. Tejasswi chuckled as she turned over. Syra squinted her eyes at her.
"Who has dared to disrupt, Princess Syra's sleeptime?" Syra asked with an accent. Tejasswi raised her hands in surrender.
"Oh good lord. Forgive me, your Highness," Tejasswi mumbled, pouting. She batted her eyes innocently. Syra licked her lips as a laughter awaited to spill. She was still in character for all she knew.
"Forgiveness? You have committed a sin," Syra got up on the bed kneeling. Tejasswi mirrored her action as she kept her hands above.
"So is the law going to punish me?" Tejasswi asked.
"Yes!" Syra sternly said. Her chest heaved up showing great poise.
"I, princess Syra, demand you to hug me and make me sleep," Syra said as a yawn slipped out of her mouth. She embarrassed clasped a hand over it, giggling behind it. Tejasswi looked up in surprise.
"And here I thought princess Syra didn't like me," Tejasswi said looking away with a disappointed expression.
"Princess Syra loves her new mommy," Syra said. Tejasswi extended her arms out and Syra didn't wait. She jumped right into her. Tejasswi couldn't handle her sudden weight as she stumbled back on the pillow, with an arm wound around her torso.
"New Mommy also loves Princess Syra," Tejasswi chuckled as Syra hid her face in her neck crook.
"New mommy is so beautiful," Syra whispered. Tejasswi cradled her in her arms.
