༺𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 "𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐃"𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒༻
-----------------------------------------------
"Verdant, leave me! What am I to you? A possession? An obsession? Leave me right now!" I yelled, trying to knock some sense into him.
He s...
❝Phir le aaya dil majboor kya keeje Raas na aaya rehna door kya keeje
Dil keh raha usse maqammal kar bhi aao Wo jo adhoori si baat baaki hai Wo jo adhoori si yaad baaki hai
Haan dil keh raha usse maqammal kar bhi aao.... ❞
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
"Did you meet Kiyansh?" I asked her, but she remained silent. After a moment, I realized she hadn't heard me, lost in her thoughts.
Gently, I placed a finger under her chin, lifting her face to look at me. Her thoughts broke as she met my gaze with a questioning look.
"What happened Devika?" My voice was soft, concern filling my heart as I cupped her cheeks.
"Can a person fall in love again, after their heart has been broken so mercilessly?" she asked, her eyes cold. She had been fine just a moment ago; what had changed so suddenly?
"Yes," I replied, speaking from my heart. "When you find the right person, the one who accepts you with all your flaws and gives you the respect you deserve, you can fall in love again."
A chuckle escaped her lips, but it felt indifferent. Did I say something wrong?
"No, Jini. You can't fall in love twice. Ek baar jab dil tut jata hai na fir shaksh sahi hi kyu na ho ,dil yakeen nahi kar pata" she said, her eyes distant, as if she were holding back a flood of emotions.
"Is there something I don't know? Are you in love with someone?" I asked, the question gnawing at me.
She turned her face away, her eyes avoiding mine.
"Pyaar aur mein abb ek sentence me ache nahi lagte ," she replied, her gaze fixed on the white marble floor.
I sensed she was hiding something, but I decided to let it go for now and nodded in understanding.
Devika excused herself to return the car key to Shravan. While I stood at the corner of the stairs, glancing at the unfamiliar faces and the hall's decorations, my eyes were drawn in awe to the stage, which I hadn't noticed until then.
The stage was adorned with bright marigold and rose garlands hanging from the top, creating a warm and inviting atmosphere. The backdrop, a stunning mix of red and gold, looked absolutely perfect.
In the centre of the stage, there was a large, cushioned seating area for the couple, decorated with silk pillows and flowers.
Despite us having arrived half an hour earlier, the couple had yet to appear, causing the female guests to murmur about their tardiness.
