Yashasvi
Every morning, I rise with a smile for my daughter, masking the shadows of my past beneath layers of warmth and care. I thought I had stitched up the wounds, but there's still a lingering ache, a whisper of doubt that creeps in during quiet moments.
Will I ever allow myself to be vulnerable again? Or will I remain forever in this cocoon, afraid to break free and embrace the unknown?
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Nikhil
Life, to me, is a series of blueprints waiting to be drafted—each line a chance to create something meaningful. Yet, I carry the weight of expectations and fears, a compass spinning between protecting others and allowing them their freedom.
When I see her, though, I wonder if maybe we could build something beautiful together, crafting a space where trust flourishes and love has room to grow. Can I dare to dream beyond my sketches?
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Let Me ....... Love You
عاطفيةYashasvi stood by the window, her heart pounding. The weight of the day bore down on her, but it was the night she feared. The red chunri saree she wore felt suffocating, trapping her not just in fabric, but in a life she wasn't ready for. The door...
