Akh lad jaave
Saari raat neend na aawe
Mainu bada tadpaave
Dil chain kahin na paaveI F F A T
📍 E D M O N T O N, A L B E R T A
As I awoke in the morning, I let out a big yawn, stretching my arms and rubbing the sleep from my eyes.
The very first thing I did was reach out for my phone, to check the time.
5:45 am
I yawned and with my vision still a little bit blurred.
It was one of those rare days when I had nothing on my plate—no college, no work.
I had the whole day to myself, and though part of me thought about calling Sanya to find out what drama and work went down at college yesterday, the lazier side of me won out.
I kicked off the blanket, stretched out like a cat, and shuffled to the washroom.
After a quick brush and splash of cold water, I wiped my face with a towel.
As I stepped out, something unusual on my bed caught my eye.
I knelt beside the bed, leaning in to see what it was. My heart skipped a beat when I realized—
It was a diamond.
But not just any diamond. It was a charm in the shape of a mug, sparkling with an almost sinister allure.
It lay there, gleaming in the morning light, like a secret waiting to be discovered.
Made from silver or gold, I guess, but the mug was covered in tiny, sparkling diamonds that shone beautifully ,very very carefully crafted, adding a realistic touch.
I recognized it instantly, thanks to my background as the daughter of a jeweller.
This charming piece is a rare one.
I have never seen anything like this till date.
It has that capacity that it can easily blend with the everyday warmth with a touch of luxury, making it a lovely addition to any bracelet.
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