Divya Singh.
Indian
Owner of Booksta Cafe
She's a strong girl. But she broke down very bad when her boyfriend of 4 years, on the day of her proposal, they had nasty breakup and few days later, he died. The day, her memories, his memories, their mem...
Fore warning : We visit memorylane of Divya and his boyfriend. It's very long and so cheeky.
You've been warned.
You can skip past memory for sure but it's better to read for future references
Another thing, chapter's really long
Enjoy !
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As I drive back from Roo's home, I kept help but think about that text I'd received from unknown person. How the hell has he known about Nivedita aunty and cupcakes.
I still am not sure whether I should eat cupcakes or not !? Coz like Roo and all others are it and nothing happened right.
But I even got to see through their plan of different cupcakes. So it's probably only for me ?
The unknown person hadn't included Roo in warning, just me. So probably it was just for me.
But why me alone ? Her haterate for me, whatever the reason is, is through Roo. So why keep Roo out ?
Another sinister plan of her to make me ill but then what-
Ohh God ! This is frustrating !!
I decided not to think much and just kept focus on good things.
How lovely it was to spend time with Roo's family. Until those devils came.
Ughh ! Why go back to unhappy parts. Focus on good. Have positivity in your thoughts.
Think positive, be positive - that's what mom says right. So I'm gonna do that only.
Positive thoughts!!
Ya right !
Roo.
She's the only good thing happening in my life. I'm really happy I got her as my best friend and how her mom likes to tell - Lost twins. I like the sound of that. She's literally knows me inside out. Very well. She is like my twin, knowing my every thoughts and standing up for me when I can't. I seriously owe her a lot. For all the small and big acts she has done for me.
And the thought of her alone is enough to make me smile.
I turn on my playlist again.
As I'm passing by, I notice from my peripheral view a couple walking on sideways, hand in hand, eating ice cream and teasing and shoving each other's shoulder.
My mind instantly, without my permission, goes back to brown haired boy who had stolen my heart.
I can't help but go revisit the memorylane. It was one tensed but beautiful memory.
