Jitne Durr Durr ho unn dono ke raaste mill jate hai jo Bane ek duje ke vaaste
Ek duje ke hathoon ki lakeeron ka tay tha milna
♡ Ek duje ke vaaste ♡
A story that began in the holy city of Shiva, Varanasi. A tale where waiting is shown as a part of...
This is a chapter from my second book. I hope you like it! Don't forget to vote, comment, and share it with others.
(Humko bhi toh malum chale yaar ki aap log ko ye kahani kaisi lagi, pasand aa bhi rahi yaa nahi, itna toh haaq banta hai naa humara🤌🏻🥹)
So here the second chapter of ♡ Ek duje ke vaaste ♡
Kitne Durr Durr ho unn dono ke raaste mill jate hai jo Bane ek duje ke vaaste
Kabhi kabhi kuch mulaqaat hokar bhi nahi ho pati, milna toh unka pehle se Tay tha, phir waise mill jane de jo Bane ek duje ke vaaste.
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Saanvi was the kind of girl who carried sunshine wherever she went. With her warm smile and a heart full of dreams, she believed in finding happiness in the little things. She loved books, coffee, and long walks in the rain, always finding beauty in the world around her.
Aahan, on the other hand, was quiet and thoughtful. He preferred staying in the background, observing rather than speaking. He had a curious mind and a love for solving puzzles, both in life and on paper. Aahan believed actions spoke louder than words, and his kindness often showed in the smallest gestures.
They were two opposites, yet their paths were about to cross in the most unexpected way, bringing a story that neither of them had imagined.
Saanvi and Aahan met for the first time at the ghats of the Ganga in Banaras, the city of Mahadev. They were very different from each other, like two opposite ends of a river. Yet, there was something that connected them, something invisible but strong, something that made them unique in their own way.
Though they didn't realize it at first, there was a bond between them. It was quiet, like a soft breeze, yet powerful enough to bring them closer. In their hearts, they carried a spark that matched perfectly. They were meant to be. They were each other's soulmates.
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It was a peaceful evening in Banaras, with the city bathed in golden light and the soft sound of prayers filling the air. The Ganga flowed gently nearby, reflecting the colors of the setting sun. Saanvi stood in the Shiv ji temple, her hands folded in prayer. Wearing a simple salwar suit, she looked calm and peaceful, her face glowing in the light of the diyas.
The temple was full of people, but Saanvi was lost in her prayers, her lips softly repeating the mantras. She had always felt at peace here, surrounded by the sound of bells and the sweet smell of incense. This was her favorite time of the day, a moment when she felt closest to herself and to God.
