Two bestfriends
Two broken hearts
One Unforeseen Marriage
Will they ever fall in love or is this going to be another heartbreak for them?
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Scars.
I look back at my bittersweet past, a dagger of masquerade piercing my heart. The fragments of hurt splintering my soul, the pain I feel is eating me whole.
My life feels like a tale of misery, entangled with a facade of love, mocking at me with its veiled treachery.
I thought I was finally content, paving a path to my peaceful end. All that feels like an unattainable dream now, everything is a lie, everything is just a broken vow.
Will I ever get the love I craved? the love I wished and begged for days. All I wanted was some love and care, a few moments of happiness, and a few to spare.
The craving has died, the faith has faltered, all I need now is a life away from this disaster.
Is it too much to ask for? Is my life only meant for dolour?
My sky has become void of stars, all the duress has left lifelong scars. One day, I wish to get out of this, a tincture of hope still yearns for bliss.
The thought of starting over makes me wince, But maybe, just maybe, Someday, I'll find my very own prince?
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"Naina.." Shubman's voice echoed in my sequestered room, causing me to startle.
I stopped writing the poem and closed my diary in haste as I turned to look at him in a jerk.
He was peeking his head through the ajarred door with a small smile gracing his lips. His expression faltered for a second when he noticed my weary face but he masked it quickly and plastered it with a bigger smile, showing how hard he was trying to act normal.
"Can I come in?" He asked, in a soft voice.
I nodded while clutching my diary, unknowingly. He walked closer to the study desk I was using and pulled the chair beside me.
"What are you hiding in there, Kaddu?" He asked, with a chuckle as he sat on the chair.
I sighed and lowered my gaze on the diary.
A failed attempt at writing a poem?
"Just a poem." I said while raising my gaze at him.
"Can I read it?" He asked, curiosity sparkling in his eyes.
