It's our own Sartik's story obviously but this time in a new way. It's way back to each other after all this time💗
So let's jump into a beautiful illustration of love
In the heart of New York City, where the streets hummed with the rhythm of life,they strolled hand in hand, weaving through the bustling streets of Manhattan, their laughter mingling with the sounds of the city. Each step felt light, as if the weight of the world had lifted, leaving only the sweetness of their shared joy.
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He made her did a twirl without caring about the people around.
She giggled softly and then wrapped her hands around his biceps.
"Is it a dream?" she asked to him.
"Maybe it is"
"No...it’s not...I know" she almost whispered.
"How're you so sure?" he asked with a chuckle.
"Tune jab confess kar diya aur woh reality tha to uske samne yeh kuch bhi nahi" she laughed.
"Accha ji?"
"Haan ji"
"We have fallen in love again, na?"
"No"
"No?" he frowned
"Falling in love again means the love was gone for a while and came back again. But here love is there as always we just realise it"
"Tune love pe Phd kaha se kari?"
She slapped his arms playfully and said,
"Jaha se tu drop out ho chuka hain?"
"Kiu? Main romantic nahi hu?"
"Thoda kam hain..." she said as they wandered past the majestic Bethesda Terrace, where the fountain’s gentle waters glistened in the sunlight.
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She was roaming around him but in a distance.
"Tu paas hi nahi aa rahi to kese karu romance?" he said sliding his hands in his pockets.
He stood with a smirk skipping her heart a beat, his black coat undone, swaying like a whisper in the wind. The suit beneath, perfectly tailored, softened by the open buttons, spoke of effortless elegance. Black suited him more than anything else.
