"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
— happy almost 500K to khwaab i am so grateful aur kutto pls vote kardo😞
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vridha ignored the atmosphere inside the room as her eyes were focused on their wrapped fingers, how they blended together with eachother so effortlessly, as if they were made to fit perfectly.
slowly tucking his hand , trying to gain his attention as she couldn't yet speak properly because of the cold, she called out for him.
"you want anything? water? doctor? yes i should call him"
slowly denying him with a head note she pulled his sleeve closer , his face now extremely closer to hers
"i want her to go"
her voice came out as an whisper but in a room so quiet even her mother heard it
vridha galat nahi thi apne aap ko chunne ke liye, par ek maa ko jabh uska khudka baccha nakarta hae na toh usse bada dard kuch nahi hota.
forgiving someone for their wrongdoings is a very long process, even though oftentimes you end up talking to them again but the grudge inside your heart accompanied with the neverending pain and regret lasts forever.
aur vaise bhi galtiya toh vo maaf ki jaati hae jo anjaane mae ki gayi ho, apni marzi se baar baar daurahiyi huvi galtiyo ko aadat kaha jaatein hae, aur kuch aadatein kabhi nahi badalti.
sometimes how you feel towards someone is so complicated that you end up suppressing your own emotions.
vridha understood that her mother was struggling too, her mother was tired too and had been feeding herself hopes about better future to herself just like vridha, the only difference is that she had a choice and vridha didn't.
she just wanted to keep her head on her mother's lap and complain to her about how everyone kept on hurting her, only to realise that on the list of all her demons that ate her soul alive, her mother would be one of them.
kehte hae insaan toh dusro ki galtiyo se bikhar jaata hae, par apno ki aadatein jo ghav chor jaati hae unse toh namak bhi hamdardi jatata hae.
she didn't particularly hate her, there were times when she made her laugh, threw flour on her face just to mess with her, times when she would just annoy her so much and let her be free but the times when she failed to take her stand, failed to protect her from her own husband, failed as her mother just ended up ruining all the moments she tried to create with her.
is life actually supposed to be this complicated? wasn't she too young for this?
