Wounds of the Heart (दिल के घाव)💔

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Amidst the hum of the aircraft's engines, Twinkle and Niya reveled in the warmth of their newly committed relationship. Their fingers intertwined naturally, and the twinkle in their eyes was impossible to miss.

Rohit and Manik, who sat nearby, exchanged sly glances. They couldn't resist the temptation to tease the lovebirds who were so clearly smitten with each other. Manik elbowed Rohit and leaned in conspiratorially, "Should we mess with them a bit?"

Rohit grinned mischievously, "Absolutely. They don't stand a chance."

With a devious twinkle in his eye, Manik raised his voice just enough for Twinkle and Niya to hear. "So, you two lovebirds are getting a bit cozy, huh? Must be something in the air."

Niya, never one to back down from a challenge, shot back with a playful glint in her eye, "Oh, come on, you two. We're not the only couple in this row, are we?"

Rohit and Manik exchanged glances, their faces flushed with embarrassment. Niya's comeback had hit the mark perfectly. Their secret dancing escapade had not gone unnoticed.

Manik attempted to regain his composure, though it was a losing battle, "Well, that's a whole different story, Niya. We're just two friends who have great dance chemistry."

Niya's triumphant smirk hung in the air as a testament to her quick wit. Twinkle, still holding hands with Niya, simply leaned in and whispered, "I guess secrets are meant to be spilled."

The teasing continued, but there was a warmth in the air that transcended their playful banter. Secrets and love were intertwined, and the journey home held more than a few surprises for this group of friends.

Meanwhile, Rudra, who had been nursing a secret crush on Rohit, felt a pang of sadness wash over him. He buried his feelings, determined not to let them interfere with the friendships they all cherished. Instead, he turned his attention to his music, a comforting companion in moments of emotional turbulence.

Arjun, who had felt a rush of regret over his harsh words, contemplated his feelings for Manik. He decided to close his eyes and take a nap, hoping that sleep would help him push aside the emotions he had been wrestling with.

Suraj and Laksh, hidden away in their own world, exchanged soft words that only they could hear amidst the background noise of the plane.

Suraj leaned in, his voice a hushed whisper, "You know, it's moments like these that make all the secrecy worthwhile."

Laksh smiled, his eyes filled with affection, "I know. Our little secret is our own adventure, and I wouldn't have it any other way."

Their smiles mirrored the happiness that their clandestine relationship brought them, as they continued to cherish their moments of togetherness, even if hidden from the rest of the world.

Nandini, a force of nature in her own right, had chosen this flight as an opportunity for a beauty nap. She wore a sheet mask, her trademark of self-care, and snoozed contentedly while her friends carried on around her.

Yet, the most inconspicuous of all the interactions on the flight was the subtle bond between Kunj and Abhi. As everyone remained caught up in their own world, Kunj rested his head gently on Abhi's shoulder. They held hands, the warmth of their connection filling the spaces between their intertwined fingers. Abhi, ever considerate, draped his jacket over Kunj's shoulders, creating a cozy cocoon of affection.

As their fingers intertwined, Abhi's thumb gently caressed the back of Kunj's hand, and their silent connection spoke volumes about the depth of their feelings for each other. It was a moment of quiet tenderness that transcended the need for words.

With a soft smile, Abhi whispered to Kunj, "You're the most precious thing in my life, and I'll always protect you."

Kunj squeezed Abhi's hand in response, his heart brimming with gratitude for having Abhi by his side. Their love was unspoken, but the warmth of their entwined hands said more than words ever could.

With their friends around them, each embroiled in their own emotions, Kunj and Abhi shared a secret world of affection that needed no public declaration. It was a love that thrived in the quiet moments, in the comforting touch of a hand and the shared warmth of a stolen jacket.

The flight continued its journey home, each friend lost in their own thoughts and feelings, unaware of the unspoken bonds that connected them all, and the love that blossomed quietly between two of their own.