Abhimanyu was packing his necessary stuff for traveling back to India, or to be precise Udaipur.
He has a flight from New York to Delhi and then they will go by road to Udaipur.
"AHHH ... .BHAI....."- Neil shouted, running in the hall.
"Neil... Kya hu..."- he stopped looking at the scene in front of him. He brought a dog when he came to New York, and his baby brother is still afraid of him.
"Neil...Why do you always poke his tail huh?.."- he spoke, scooping the dog in his arms, caressing his fur.
"Bhai...I don't know why this dog is so clingy with me?"- irritatedly, he went to the room to pack his stuff.
"I think he likes you more than me.."- Abhimanyu uttered, following his brother to his room.
"Acha.. Chod.. Pack your bag and especially your phone.."- he cuddled his dog in his arms.
Meanwhile,
Akshara layed on her bed after having a tight schedule. Her sister cuddled her up to sleep.
"Don't scream at night like a maniac.."- Arohi jokes, putting an arm around her shoulder.
"Jaise mujhe maza aata hai..."- she smiled sarcastically, burying her face in the pillow.
"Good Night..."- they both said in unison before drifting into their sleep.
**Akshara's Dream**
Akshara found herself sitting on the cold floor of a dimly lit room, her delicate frame draped in a lightweight saree that was simple yet elegant. Her cheeks bore the traces of dried tears, and her face was a pallid mask of sorrow. In her trembling hands, she clutched a crumpled piece of paper, which she angrily tore into shreds. Her scream echoed through the silence, a raw outpouring of her anguish.
"Stop crying, Love..." a soft whisper came from behind her, breaking through the veil of her despair.
The voice carried a familiar fragrance, one that soothed her soul instantly. She stopped crying, her breath catching in her throat as she turned to see a man standing behind her. Though his features were obscured by a mysterious blur, his presence felt achingly familiar. Their eyes met, and though she couldn't clearly see him, the connection between them was undeniable. He gazed at her lips, then back into her eyes, silently seeking consent. Akshara did nothing but close her eyes, surrendering to the moment.
His soft, plump lips met hers in a devouring kiss, a kiss that spoke of a deep, unyielding love. Her tears mingled with their kiss, a poignant reminder of their shared sorrow. When they finally parted, they were both breathing heavily, their foreheads resting against each other, beads of sweat forming on their skin. She closed the gap between them again, their lips meeting once more in a desperate embrace.
"I know people say we're not meant for each other. But I don't care about their words. I know we've crossed many boundaries, ones that aren't usually crossed before marriage in our culture. But now, I want to marry you. Tell me, would you like to take those seven vows with me?" the man asked, nervousness evident in his brown eyes.
Akshara didn't respond with words. Instead, she pulled him closer, her lips meeting him again in a fervent kiss. However, fate had other plans. Their love, though intense and pure, was not destined to be together in this lifetime. A tragic destiny awaited them.
As fate would have it, tragedy struck, cruelly tearing them apart.
"AHHHH!" the man screamed in pain and agony.
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Ethereal Whispers: A Tale of Stranger Souls"
FanfictionTwo souls who were destined to be together, but fate acted as a separator. Abhimanyu Birla, a 29-year-old, strikingly good-looking doctor, found himself increasingly entangled in a web of haunting dreams. His profession as a cardiologist in New Yor...
