𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊
In a world where love can be both. Beautiful or destructive force, the Raghuvanshi brothers hide behind the cold facade guarding their heart from the pain of love.
"Just because you are my wife and we share a bed d...
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RIVAAN
The silence of the mountains was broken only by my ragged breaths. I leaned against a weathered rock, exhaustion clinging to me like a second skin. Yet, there was no fatigue in my eyes, only a wide-eyed wonder that mirrored the vastness of the sky above.
Everywhere, I have been Everywhere Cities that throbbed with a relentless energy, beaches that stretched out like endless promises, ancient monuments whispering stories of the past. I'd chased experiences like a man possessed, a constant tick on my mental checklist.
But none of it, none of it had come close to this. The way the sunlight danced on the snow-capped peaks, the smell of pine that filled my lungs, the raw and untamed beauty that stretched as far as the eye could see. It wasn't just the scenery, though that was breathtaking enough. It was a feeling, a sense of belonging I hadn't known I craved.
A wry smile tugged at the corner of my lips.
"All this time," I said, my voice barely whispered,
"I thought I was collecting experiences. Turns out, I was just collecting dust."
I pushed myself off the rock, my legs surprisingly steady despite the ache. There was a newfound purpose in my stride, a determination to explore every nook and cranny of this magnificent world, not just with my eyes, but with my soul. This wasn't just a trek it was like a homecoming.
I gripped Meher's hand even harder as a gust of wind ripped through the trees, sending shivers down my spine. The backpack on my shoulders felt lighter than a feather, my tired legs suddenly energized. I didn't even care about getting dirt on my fancy Louis Vuitton Nike shoes. Right now, nothing else mattered
We were deep in the heart of the Costa Rican rainforest, on the famous Camino de Costa Rica trek. Our group, ten people from all over the world, had been hiking for hours.
Suddenly, Gabriel's voice cut through the wind, "slow down there mate! It's really slippery here."
I skidded to a stop, my eyes landing on him and the rickety wooden bridge stretching out in front of us. My breath caught in my throat. There were no railings, no safety net – just a sheer drop of ten feet down to a raging river below. My stomach lurched as I peered over the edge, the water churning wildly.
My grip on Meher's hand tightened like a vice. Her normally calm brown eyes held a flicker of concern.
"You okay?" she asked, her voice gentle.
The bridge looked like something out of an Indiana Jones movie, perfect for adventure, terrifying for someone with a healthy fear of heights Which, at this moment, felt very unhealthy. My heart hammered a frantic rhythm against my ribs. Taking a shaky breath, I forced a smile.
