Abhishek Sharma, is a 27 year old ICT heartthrob. Everything about him screams perfection, from his dashing looks to outstanding skills, he has everything one can ask for but like every rose has its thorns, his fairytale-like life takes a turn when...
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Meherbani Jaate Jaate Mujh Pe Kar Gaya. Guzarta Sa Lamha Ek Daaman Bhar Gaya.
Tere Nazaara Mila, Roshan Sitara Mila. Taqdeer Ki Kashtiyon Ko Kinara Mila.
(Name of the song - Raabta)
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—• 🥀 •—
•| ℕ𝕖𝕩𝕥 𝕄𝕠𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 |•
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"Prisha, Can I come in?"
I heard Di's voice in the midst of folding my clothes and turned around to see her. She was standing at the doorway, with her hands behind her back.
"Ofcourse, Di. You don't need to ask for permission, please, come in." I said, walking towards her.
She smiled and stepped in.
"All set?" She asked, walking towards me.
"Yes, just packing the washed clothes." I replied.
She smiled again, only this time her smile wasn't as radiant as before. It looked like she was masking her sadness with a smile. The wretched feeling in my heart grew deeper as I saw her gloomy expression, knowing that it was probably because of us leaving.
The thought about leaving is making me crazy too, even if we're moving to a house that's just a few minutes away from here.
Will it be weird if I say that I love this family a lot?
It's difficult to explain my love for everyone in such a short amount of time, but to me, they're no less than a family. I've never had people actually care for me or treat me lovingly, but a few days here showed me how heartwarming those feelings can be.
