"for those with shattered khwaabs , this book is going to pick up all your pieces and mend it , khwaab ke safar se haqiqat ki khoj mae"
- this book is a sequel of my first book "khwaab" so read that for better understanding <3
— note: tum log kitne besharam ho yaar? vote karlo warna mae book drop kardungi fr phir rote rehna sad ending ke saath😞
bhalaye ka zamana hi nahi hae fr.
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her body laid on the ICU bed as her mother stood outside the room , looking through the glass while tears spilled down her eyes, wondering what exactly went wrong.
but wasn't it evident? everything was a mess and honestly there's no happy ending out of this whole 'hum saath saath hae' drama , riya priya and her mom were determined to make all of them live together and just wait for time to change
par sade huve aam ko zyada samay tak tokri mae rakho toh vo apne saath saath puri tokri ko kharab kar jaate hae
living together after all these years was impossible, everybody secretly hated each other and the bubble inside the body could burst any second, causing untreatable damage.
her mom still didn't realise her mistake, those tears were definitely real par vo aasu kis kaam ke jo zakham par lagne se marham ki tarah rahat nahi bas jalan de.
the doctors exited the room with her reports in their hands
checking them as they murmured about how critical her condition was , physically she was absolutely fine after the surgery but the only way possible for her to start living again was her mind to feel like its worth it.
life is full of various people who have various problems, some breathing yet dead and some suffering yet alive, the only difference is some want to fight and some feel like this is the end of their life.
vridha surely knew she didn't want this life , didn't want these people to control every second of her life only to still be in pain and agony
families are supposed to be loving, caring, the type which makes you want to go back home with a smile , not like the ones who make you tear your soul apart and make you wonder if its all your fault.
the same man from the corridor now stood outside her ICU room, looking through the glass as her body had tubes fit in and her hand bandaged.
the monitor beside continuously beeped, showing every single of her heart beat, he kept a hand on the glass as a faint tear left his eye , the numbers on the monitor kept on increasing as he just stood there, staring at her soul.
there was this weird feeling in the air as it felt like they had a conversation without even uttering a word, as if he understood all her unspoken sentences.
"abhimaan" her maan
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