𝐀𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐚: 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦

𝟎𝟗| 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐝𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐒𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬

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Few lines that Amara wrote in her book because she was on her periods~

Tum chahe jitna marzi khud ko rok lo,
Ek baar periods shuru hogye na toh regrets ki barsaat hogi!

Kyuki tumhara asli chehra sabke saamne aa jayega,
Tumhare Mann ki baat uske saamne aajayegi,
Tumhari bacho wali harkat uske samne aajayegi,
Aur tum kuch kar bhi nai paaoge
Kyuki tumhare toh periods chalu the na🥰
(happy regret days!)

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No matter how much hard you try to hide them, (the emotions)
You take awful steps while being on your periods!

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You already feel those things,
Periods just heightens your emotions.

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Amara Monroe

Hmm...Thodi-Thodi Katthai Si Uski Aankhein
Thodi Surme Bhari
Uske Honthon Pe Muskurayein
Haaye Duniya Meri
Ho.. Chakhna Bhi Chahu
Rakhna Bhi Chahu
Sabse Chhupake Usey..Haaye
Rabba..Rabba
Mere Rabba Rabba
Mujhe Bas Ik Jhalak Toh Dikha

Mesmerizing would be a small word to describe his soothing voice that was capable of reaching directly to my soul. I was enthralled by the way his fingers pressed the keys of the piano, oh so fast and smoothly, that I couldn't take my eyes off of his veiny hands either.

My gaze stuck on him, the same way my breath hitched and heartbeats accelerated when Eiran said that he would sing for me.
Can you believe it that he actually agreed on singing songs for me? Not only sing but he actually dedicated this song to me.

Yaaron Main Kaise Kahun, Kya Huya
Hosh Hai Ab Kahin Hai Kahin Yeh Hawa
Fhirta Hoon Khud Ko Bhulaaye Huye
Yaad Meri Mujhe Toh Dila Do Zaraa
Bematlab Sa, Jeeta Raha Tha
Ab Mil Gayi Hai Wajah..Haayy...

His hands moved on the keys matching the rhythm as he continued singing softly and I could feel tears dwelled up in the corner of my eyes. Why wouldn't I cry, When he's giving me everything that I wasn't capable of having?

This is what I hate about him. He's too good, too caring and what's worse is that he...likes me? I don't know. It's just that this care and concern is something that nobody ever gave me the way he gives.

He provides me with everything I could possibly want without even me having to ask for it. And that irritates the shit out of me.

No one can be this good, right?

While he was out of the room to bring ice cream, I was craving something spicy and tangy which led me to the snacks cabinet. As I entered the area, I was rooted on my place, my legs felt too heavy to be moved.

So many fucking chips, all settled neatly in the cabinets. I remember having only a few packets of Doritos, cheetos, candies and twizzlers in these cabinets. But now? It feels like I've entered a supermarket where every flavor of chips is available. Not only chips but also different varieties of candies, bars, chocolates and what not.