The sun rises slowly over the horizon, casting a soft golden light across the landscape. The birds chirp happily in the trees, welcoming the new day with their cheerful songs. The cool morning air is filled with the scent of fresh dew on the grass and blooming flowers. A gentle breeze rustles through the leaves, creating a peaceful ambiance. In the distance, a few early risers can be seen going about their morning routines, walking their dogs or jogging along the quiet streets. The world seems to be waking up slowly and peacefully, ready to embrace the day ahead.
Tanveer rushed hurriedly to his favourite place that was... the lakeside. He loves doing "surya namaskar" by the lake as it gives him peace and detachment from the worldly issues he has been facing.
Tanveer was never the usual man who'd follow the rules. Ditching the regular posture, he took up a unique way instead. Standing by the lake, he opened his arms wide and closed his eyes. Almost as if asking the sun to bless him and make his day better.
Suddenly Tanveer smiled as he felt a pair of arms wrap around his tiny waist. He held those arms in his bigger ones and leaned a bit backward. The owner of the arms giggled and placed a small peck on his back.
Shreya : "Good Morning Tanveer"
Tanveer : "Good Morning Shreya. Aaj itni subah subah yahan ?"
Shreya : "Hmm... Kal humne Saare helpers ko chutti de di thi, Taaki Aaj hum aapko breakfast pe le Jaa paaye."
Tanveer : "Toh subah subah aap Hume naashte pe bulane aayi hai ?"
Shreya : "Hmm.."
Tanveer slowly turned and saw her adorable face which had the power to calm his heart, mind and soul. Cupping her face, he placed a slow peck on her forehead. And interwined their hands.
Tanveer : "Intezaar kis baat ka. Chale ?"
Shreya : "Hmm.... chaliye"
They made their way to Shreya's house. Tanveer gaped at the magnificent piece of architecture that was standing tall in front of his eyes. Shreya giggled...
Shreya : "Yahan ki sirf Karigari sundar hai Tanveer... Andar se Yeh mahal Aaj bhi khokhla hai."
Tanveer : "Har khoobsurat cheez ke apne daag hote hai. Yeh aap par hai ki aap us khoobsurati ki sarahna karte hai ya uske daag ki ninda."
Shreya smiled and they made their way inside. Making Tanveer sit on the chair, she made her way to the kitchen. Our adamant Tanveer missed Shreya so much in those few moments that he ran and back hugged her chubby figure.
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Forever Love ~ Every Love Story Lives Forever
عاطفيةIn the corridors of Underwood National College, where affluence dictates status and the weight of expectations and unalterable rules hang heavy, Shreya reigns supreme as the embodiment of grace, beauty, and unparalleled talent. As the beloved daught...