"𝑰𝒇 𝑰 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒕, 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒍𝒍 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏"
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"Why do you avoid meeting my eyes?" His voice came out as an inaudible whisper, hi...
Today I am super duper happy, almost on the nine cloud!
One of my sweet reader gifted me a cover for this book, and this is my first gift and I don't know how to explain my emotions!
Finally, I am also feeling grateful like other writers who receive gifts for their book! 😩🥺
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This chapter is whole dedicated to ( Palakwrites_) Thankyou somuchmy love, god bess you <3
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“ She lives the poetry,
she can't describe it”
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A few more days rolled by, crossing the month of the ending monsoon season. So many things happened with every single living being on this earth. Some took birth, some died, some got new hope in their life, some got their friends, love, and so on.
As the minutes passed by each second, emotions picked up pace, the new budding emotions turned into something built, something strong, something unbreakable.
Like a pupa burst, opening the shin layer to allow the wings to peek out. The butterfly slowly flanged the beautiful, multiple design, colors embraced wings. As if the early period of the beautiful insect is completed and now she is fully ready to spread her wings, exploring the plants, and flowers, living her life like a free insect.
The same happened with Mishka.
Her early stage completed, she crossed every stage in building herself up, gathering her unsettled emotions, trusting the boy who gave her hand when no one did, who caused her emotions to flow like a waterfall, touching the beautiful ground, embracing nature, soothing the eyes of the viewers.
