𝐄𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 #𝟏: previously known as "My Home"
A friends-to-lovers romance full of longing, heartbreak, and second chances.
"𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑰 𝒉𝒖𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝑰 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝑰'𝒎 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆. 𝑵𝒐𝒕 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒂 𝒑𝒆...
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Shayad kabhi naa kah sakun main tumko Kahe bina samajh lo tum shayad Shayad mere khayaal mein tum ek din Milo mujhe kahin pe gum shayad. Jo tum na ho rahenge hum nahi
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“Rest here. I’ll bring something..” she said, already turning toward the kitchen, her tone leaving no room for argument.
I stayed where I was, my eyes fixed on her back long after she disappeared from view, like if I looked away too soon she might dissolve into thin air. I just sat there, breathing in the fact that she was here. Really here. Not a memory. Not a wish I had whispered to the ceiling an hour ago.
And then reality crept in. There was nothing in that kitchen. No groceries. No vegetables. No packets shoved into corners. Most days, I survived on chai and whatever biscuits were lying around. Sometimes not even that. Cooking had felt like too much effort for a body that barely wanted to exist. The thought struck me slowly, then all at once.
What exactly was she going to cook?
Curiosity tugged at me harder than exhaustion. I pushed myself up, ignoring the heaviness in my limbs, and followed her.
