Prakriti POV: You idiot it was just an act how could you think I'll not help you after I saw you so helpless you cried like hell in front of and then left. I know I'm a very good actor but didn't even a ghost can be fooled by my acting. Don't worry even if you are in hell I'll find you.
(Prakriti is an artist she made sketch of him)
Kriti: Hello I'll send you a sketch of a person could you find any information about him.
Unknown: Is he Indian?
Kriti: Yes
Unknown: Ok, I'll try.
Kriti: Thank you.
*After few days*
Kriti: Hello
Unknown: Hello kriti I found few details about will send you on mail.
Kriti: Ok, thankyou!
*Next Day at breakfast table*
Kriti: Dadi
Grandma: Ha beta
Kriti: Bohot din ho gye hai mujhe yaha aye hue par maine pura gaon nahi ghuma kya aj mai ja sakti hu.
Grandma: Kriti abhi to teri tabyat...
Grandpa: Ary beta jao ghumo isme puchne ki kya baat hai?
Kriti: Thankyou dadu...
Grandma: apne hi isko bigada hai
Grandpa: ary bacchi hai ghumne do
She printed few copies of sketch she made and with the help of a village kid those print out were pasted on temple walls and near by area.
Now you will come to me black shirt.
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Khwaab
FantasyPrakriti fell in love with a boy with stranger. She sees him every morning sitting on stairs in front of temple but didn't have the courage to talk to him. Until one day she gathered all her courage decides to talk to him. Little did she know that t...
