𝙻𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚕 𝙻𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚌𝚢 𝚂𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 #1
𝚁𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚎'𝚜 𝙲𝚘𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚗
𝙴𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝙿𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 (𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎)
A story full of Possession, Passion, Position and Power
Four love stories filled with Regrets, Relish...
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Anshveer Singh Rathore's POV
I get ready in a black shirt and gray pants, standing under a nearly century-old Banyan tree. I check my wristwatch and see that Noor has ten minutes left to arrive here. So I started walking around the tree and noticed a rectangle drawn on the tree's log. When I remembered that it was here, I smiled. Taking out my handkerchief, I rubbed the rectangle to remove the mud and discovered broken and dull handwriting. I traced my finger across the words and smiled brightly, reminding myself of the story behind them.
Noor-8
Ansh-10
Both were roaming around the tree and playing games when Noor's feet began to bleed from the sharp stone. I wrapped my handkerchief around Noor's feet and saw her cry. I stood in front of her and said,
"Stop crying, Noor; your injury is now healed; you stay here."I will arrive shortly." Saying that, I went to the side to wash my hands and met Maya. She left as we were discussing the school project. I approach Noor and notice her grumpy expression as she gazes at her feet. I approach her, but she does not look at me, instead focusing on her feet. I sat next to her, speaking slowly.
"I know your feet are beautiful, Noor, but stop looking at them and look at me." She looked at me, turned her head, and said
"You left me here and started talking to that girl. Noor, you should not talk to anyone other than me. I am your best friend; will you make another friend?" I hit her head in a playful manner and said,
"Noori, she is in my class." She turned towards me and said
"She is your friend in school; now you will not talk to me." Saying this, she began to cry loudly, and I tried to calm her down, but she persisted. Seeing her like this, I shouted.
"Noor, you are my only best friend; there is a difference between a best friend and a classmate. Ansh sirf Noor ka best friend hai aur Noor sirf Ansh ke, samjh tum budhu." She stops crying and gets up from the ground, picking up a stone. She moves near the tree and makes a rectangle and writes
