"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
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ABHIMAAN
vridha's naked body slept almost on top of my bare chest as i gently massaged her hair, i never thought i'd ever cuddle someone but here i am, with vridha sleeping peacefully in my arms all snuggled up on my chest, making me feel like i am the luckiest man in the world.
pressing a gentle kiss on her forehead i didn't even acknowledge the constant smile that accompanied my face just by her existence, everything felt so odd.
this heavy feeling in my chest that i had carried all my life had suddenly disappeared the moment i locked my eyes with hers, and now there was this new feeling taking up the empty space, making me feel giddy in my stomach.
i started searching out more about her when i turned 10, i used to search for her on google so i could find out about her social media, and i finally saw her when i was 12.
after the accident, we swiftly shifted back to my birth place, rajasthan at our old mansion and since then nobody ever uttered a single word about the accident, it was hard trying to find out about her when i knew my family wanted to hide all her traces.
she was in jaipur for a wedding, wearing a cute baby pink lehenga and the moment i saw her i felt like i could breathe again, 12 year old abhimaan was absolutely smitten by her presence and now looking at this beautiful face sleeping beside me, the 20-year-old abhimaan is smitten too.
if i ever had to describe vridha in a few words i knew i'd always fail because she's someone you'd want to write books about, wanting to explain her using all the synonyms of words that described perfection, and you'd still feel something is lacking, she's definitely something, honestly she's everything.
when i was 14 i finally got hold of her instagram and i followed all her accounts where she often used to post numerous stories, annoying at times but i used to always watch each one of them till the end.
i read her poems, her tantrums, her jokes and the unhinged sentences she used to write in her "create mode", she wrote about being mysterious but i acknowledged her emotions right through the screen with mere rhymes that talked about her broken dreams.
growing older i physically started keeping tabs on her, i secretly hired people who'd tell me all her moves until dadu found out and called off everything, snatching away my freedom.
i stayed shut for a year, so busy wanting to leave this mess as soon as possible that i almost forgot about wanting to know her whereabouts, i had created peace by just watching her social media until i met her again, this time absolutely unexpected through the hospital window.
