"For the ones who dream of stranger worlds."
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"Dil Ke Rishte Kismat Se Milte Hai,
Warna Mulakaat To Hazaron Se Hoti Hai."
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She stood in awe, her eyes fixed on the breathtaking view before her. The sun painted the rolling hills with a g...
🖤"Koi ek shakhs to yun mile, ki woh mile toh sukoon mile."🖤
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In the nature, tulips bloom bright, Painting the world with colors so right. Bees hum a sweet melody, Nature's perfection for all to see.
•||"Whispers of Acceptance: Unmasking True Colors"||•
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I glanced at the girl in front of me, and I can't quite grasp this strange sensation I feel for her. She seems to impact me more than I anticipated. Perhaps we crossed paths in Alam-e-Arfah, oh! I can only speculate, but she's quite intriguing.
I've never experienced this kind of connection with anyone else before. Of course, how could I forget her? But after that, she's the first person to make me feel comfortable, even though this is only our second meeting. I have a hunch that life could be easier with her, but then I question it because of her bubbly personality.
"Pull yourself together, Zain, you're staring at her; she might even consider you a creep," scolded my conscience.
I shifted my eyes away and scanned the cafe, admiring the surroundings. Perhaps this could be the spot for my next meeting; it's a pretty cool place. However, my attention returned to the girl in front of me; I suppose she's more significant right now. As I observed her, I couldn't help but notice the way she fiddled her fingers absentmindedly while being lost in her thought. The soft glow of the cafe lights illuminated her features, creating an aura of mystery around her. Despite the distractions, my curiosity about her only seemed to grow.
She looked at me for a while before speaking again, and I braced myself for whatever she was about to throw at me. Don't get me wrong, this girl in front of me has questions that are the total opposite of her laid-back personality. It's like she appears so carefree, but her questions are anything but that. The contrast between her demeanor and her inquiries intrigued me even more.
"Domestic violence pe kya raye hai aapki?" She asked, her face expressions changing from calm and composed to one of serious. I am confused which expressions suits her best, what do you think?
("What is your opinion on domestic violence?")
Her expressions seem to shift from calm and composed to serious when discussing such a significant topic like domestic violence. It's intriguing how her demeanor changes, reflecting the gravity of the subject. The contrast in her expressions adds layers to her character, showcasing a depth that might not be immediately apparent.
"Ugh, not this again, Zain. Concentrate on what really matters." Ah, my frustrating existence.
I gazed at her briefly, trying to keep my composure to respond, but before I could speak, she cut in, "Maine sawal saadhe lafzon mein hi pocha hai." She wrapped up, leaving me feeling embarrassed, like girl, let me gather my thoughts first. I mean, she can't just hit me with such heavy questions and expect an instant reply. I didn't cram the answers, you know?
