☆Clash of Souls: Reunited Book one of Twisted Souls series ☆( part-1)
This book is divided into two parts
And this one is part -1
𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈 𝐁𝐇𝐀𝐓 × 𝐕𝐘𝐀𝐀𝐍 𝐌𝐄𝐇𝐑𝐀
What if childhood friends, now bitter rivals, are forced into an arranged...
( Play : sun saathiya priya saraiya & divya kumar )
Driti: 12 Vyaan: 16
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Driti
Mumbai, 2013
On a warm Mumbai evening, I stood alone on an old stone bridge over the narrow canal that cut through the city. The lively hustle of Mumbai felt far away, leaving me in the quiet that had settled around the water.
I pulled my shawl tighter, feeling uneasy despite the city's warmth. The canal, now a shadow of happier times, mirrored my current feelings of emptiness. Despite the efforts of the authorities, their work only seemed to deepen the void.
I replayed that fateful evening over and over in my mind-every shadow and whisper carried by the wind. I could still see the last hint of his presence, a haunting memory that wouldn't go away. I didn't remember who he was to me, but I had dreams about this bridge and the area.
After the accident, I lost my memory and forgot everything, But not him , even I forgot about my parents. I once asked them, "Who are you?" Their tears from that day still haunt me. Though I later recovered some memories, many are still hazy. The only clear memory is of him-his voice, his smile, his laugh, and especially his dark brown eyes, though I don't remember who he really was or his name.
In my dreams, I remember afternoons spent with that boy, admiring sunsets and painting the canal's calm surface. Though his face is blurry, those moments felt real. The bridge was our escape, where our imaginations turned our surroundings into vibrant scenes. I'm not sure if these memories are real or just fragments, but the accident is undeniable. What happened after that is still a mystery.
A rustling sound behind me broke my thoughts. The evening air felt cooler today, with a subtle shift in the weather. I turned, heart racing.
I reached for the locket my parents gave me a year ago. Its surface had dulled over time, with delicate fingerprint engraving and an inscription that read, "I dream about being with you." The words had faded, just like my memories after the accident. I struggled to open the locket but finally succeeded.
Inside was a photograph of a girl who looked like me and a boy whose face seemed familiar. His warm smile promised answers I had been searching for. The locket, once a gift, now felt like a key to understanding my past.
As I closed the locket and held it close, the calm surface of the canal seemed out of place with the storm of emotions inside me. This locket was more than a keepsake; it was a clue that might lead me to the answers I needed. As I left the bridge, I felt like a new journey was beginning-one that would uncover the mysteries of my past and find the truth about him.
All I want now is to recover the missing pieces of my memory and find him again.
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