A cinematic and musical homage novel to #gen3 & #OGAbhira (#AbhiRa from #yrkkh).
A tale of broken characters who heal along the way... second chances exist... the jaded characters are honored.
Emotions are dealt better and all shades of thriller, ac...
I have used images to aid in storytelling, so please read through the texts to get the subtext and play the bgm attached when prompted to get the full experience.
Fair warning: Playful gaslighting... will be fixed as a character trait so be patient.
Note: This chapter involves multiple time jumps so please follow along and enjoy!
Like the cozy sunlight that invaded his closed off room through the tiny peephole between the darkened curtains... disturbing his sleep and causing him to grumble and burrow his head into his pillow.
Maybe he was lying to himself.
Because a darker shade that was never in the running before was quickly replacing it. 'Pretty,' he sighed as he breathed in the clean smell of cotton.
A deeper shade of brown... dark chocolate... burnt caramel... her pretty big emotive eyes.
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A clear picture that he envisioned on the curtains of his projected dreams... a picture of sweet innocence... getting fainter as she blinked and closed them... darkening the image out of his reach.
"Utho beta," with concern, a voice filtered through his hazy consciousness.
"hmm... thode der aur sone dijiye na," he huffed a bit more... 'Please ek bar aur dekhlo,' casing his head under the pillow to concentrate in the peace and quiet.
Alarmed, the voice still persisted, "Tujhe der hojayegi!," a reprimand that was familiar yet never handed out to him before because he was seldom ever late.
"Bas 5 min aur," a desperate request to prolong his survey in the dreamscape. Counting her lashes as lambs running over his mind... pulling him back in the sweet dreams.
