" 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...
A/n:- Don't forget to hit the star on the right and drop your remark! Thank you for reading. Let me know if this was lengthy. I'll make sure the next ones are long enough! The next update could be tomorrow! Not proofread. Feel free to correct me. Word count- 1300+
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--⋆You were unsure which pain is worse- the shock of what happened or the ache for what never will ⋆--
Tejasswi twisted and entangled Syra's hair into a perfect braid as she knitted them to a fishtail braid. Syra was excited t get it done so she could flaunt it at her school. Tejasswi set her hair with a hair spray to give it a final touch. It was the first she was trying to prove her worth to her daughter. She wanted to do the best.
"Wow, mommy," Syra jumped down from the stool she was standing over as she stared at her reflection.
"This is so pretty," Syra cooed as she twirled. Her uniform was a pinofore with a very dull khaaki colour matched with stripped multi-colour top. The hem flew a bit in the air as she twirled.
"Can you make this everyday?" Syra asked turning to her mother. Tejasswi leveled to meet her height. She gave an expression of thinking.
"If you promise me to share your day with me, I will," Tejasswi said, wriggling her eyebrows. Syra grinned as she pinched her throat and promised. Tejasswi face brightened up as she patted her head.
"You are someone new to her life. She might not accept you readily. Try to accommodate yourself in her regular life. I'm sure you'll win her heart," Anita advised Tejasswi just as they were prepping for her court-marriage.
Syra turned back to the mirror and checked her side profile. Her shoulder tilted angularly as if she was posing. Syra's face morphed into a expression she commonly saw on magazine covers. Tejasswi chuckled at her cuteness. Tejasswi imitated a flying kiss which Syra caught through the mirror. Syra gave a flying kiss like those celebrities. Syra clapped her hands in enthusiasm.
But Syra looked at her right profile and her smile instantly dropped. Tejasswi didn't miss to see that. She frowned.
"What's bothering, princess Syra?" Tejasswi asked as she placed her palms on her either shoulders. Syra immediately nodded a no and she faked a smile at her. Tejasswi wasn't convinced.
Syra moved away to pick the hair brush. She pulled out some hair strands out on her left and let them fall over the reddish pink pimple on her forehead. It covered up pretty well but if the hair strands were moved the slightest also her pimple would become visible.
Tejasswi sighed at the sight. She exactly found out what disheartened her. She badly wanted to say - a small pimple won't define the beauty she beholds. But Tejasswi knew it would be a sensitive topic for teens or adolescents. Her giving a peace of mind would disturb her further.
"Mirror mirror on the wall," Tejasswi sang. Syra's hair snapped to her direction.
"Mirror mirror on the wall," Tejasswi repeated, "who is the most beautiful one of all?"
