Six months ago, Ananya's life seemed perfect. She had just married Vikram, the love of her life, a bond that began in their college days. Their love was like a dream until, without warning, Vikram started to change. A distance grew between them, and...
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ANANYA
I used to believe that love was like a canvas painted with the brightest colours, where every stroke told a story of joy, passion, and hope. But now, all those colours have faded, and I'm left staring at a blank space, unsure if I'll ever find the courage to pick up the brush again. Will my heart ever know what it means to feel alive?
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧
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ANANT
Life is like a recipe, every moment adding a new flavour—sometimes sweet, sometimes bitter. I've tasted the bitterness of loss, and I'm not sure if there's enough sugar left to bring back the sweetness. But then, I look at her, and I wonder, can we create something new? Something neither of us has tasted before?
