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...
To knock some sense into some people's minds, I have a life too. I'm a student of last year, and I have my own issues as well. So saying that, You can't leave at cliff hangers doesn't make any sense at all. I can't give updates every three days, but when I do, I expect genuine comments, not just "Next update!" i am not your chatgpt🙏
Next month will be completely occupied with my exams. But I'll try to maintain a schedule, as the story might be ending soon.
Tuesday and Friday at 10 PM.
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Uske ashqon pe ghamon pe dukhon pe har uske zakhm par, haq mera hi rahe har jagah har ghadi haan umr bhar
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"Aap sabse best husband ho... aur sabse best papa banoge."
"You are the best thing that has ever happened to me."
"Please... kabhi mujhe chhod kar mat jaana. Kabhi mujhe hurt mat karna. Main apne aap ko kho dungi."
"Aapke saath sach mein bahut accha lagta hai."
Her words echoed in his mind, slipping through his grasp like grains of sand. Shivank's hand fell away from Vaani's as the doctors rushed her into the emergency room. His breath hitched, heart hammering in his chest as the world blurred around him. The sharp scent of antiseptic mixed with the urgency in the air, and the hurried footsteps of the hospital staff only amplified the chaos in his mind.
She had trusted him.
God, she had trusted him.
He should have protected her better, taken more precautions, shielded her from everything that had led to this. His mind drifted back to the mail. The one addressed to Vaani.
Prithvi.
It had to be him. Who else could have done this?
"Yeh thappad tumhe mehenga padega."
Voices, sharp, piercing like the sharp tip of a pin, small but relentless.
