A story filled with laughter, humor and excitement.
Loves comes in all shapes, color and form. It's made out of stone hearted that shapes up our life differently. Loves makes the strong weak, and weak strong.
In this messy and chaotic world, when t...
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How do people who are brave know when it's okay to be coward? Or people who are usually coward have a sudden sense of bravery that they do things that they never imagined before?
The answer to this question, is a split second of courage or fear. It's that sudden sense of fear or bravery that manages to change the trajectory of their life.
When you're faced with either death or giving up, most people choose to give up. It's not because of the lack of motivation or bravery. But if you really think about it most people cannot afford to fight. They cannot do that because of the people they leave behind that awaits them. Or because of certain people in their life that awaits their return.
In order to relieve them of that pain, they choose to give up on their stubborn desire to act on their bravery.
While a lot of people may call them selfish or coward, isn't it a natural instinct to live rather than be remembered?
She has an advantage in this situation, because she's not going back. It's either death or loss for her. She's also happy in a way that nobody really depends on her. It gives her a free will to choose whatever she wants to do.
The sudden gentle breeze she felt fleeting over her body, made her remember a specific day. A day that, now that she looks back, is connect to this tragedy.
She opened the door of the shower, letting the thick stream out from her hot shower. Padding towards her closet she ruffled through her stuff. Wanting a light clothe to wear. When she couldn't find any, she let out a frustrated sigh and was about to take that organza suit but a dress at the back of the closet caught her eyes.
Her eyes widened, reaching out for that dress, she pulled it out. The white anarkali dress was as new as it was before. She had only worn it once. That day, when her heart had a change of heart.
Her first day of catching Maaz's gaze on her.
She must've looked pretty because she caught his gaze a couple of times. Her hesitant hand quickly picked up the same pants and she quickly wore them.
Her eyes glanced at the clock to see it was close to 7. Hurriedly, she applied a light pink shade lip balm, her favorite perfume and left for her university.
She had to hurry in order to catch the bus. She left her hair open to let it air dry. She liked her hair, because it reached till her back. Her feet were quick to reach the bus station, quick enough to catch the bus that was about to leave. She hopped on the bus and sat in her usual sit. The peon the bus greeting her in the same manner that he's been doing for the last 2 years.
Her bus basically stopped at 3 more places before it reached her destination. It's the university bus, so there were mostly students with some faculties here and there.
On the third stop, she looked outside, catching the physique of a man, probably in her early twenties, hopping into the bus. He was wearing a white shirt with a beige khaki pants. His hair messy in a stylish way and the bracelets on his wrist added to the whole outfit that he was wearing.
