The world was a cocoon of pain. He thought he had fallen asleep and that the pain had gone away. But it came back now, and it was not just in his head but everywhere.
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The world was too bright. Blinding. There seemed to be patches in the light, but it was too bright anyway. He wished the cool dark shadow that dimmed the painful light would appear again.
Then, he noticed the ringing. Or it started ringing. A sharp trill, a single high-pitched tone somewhere, it pierced straight through to his head and went on and on and on.
It went on forever.
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His mother was at the periphery of his vision, beyond the white blinding light. He could hear her bangles and her anklets, tinkling and chiming. Or he thought he could hear it; he couldn't, really. Because there was that ringing in his ears.
But she was there, he knew. She was laughing, a burbling laughter, unlike anything he had heard from her before. Her laughter was like a brook. Gurgles and sparkles. He longed to rest his head in her bosom and forget.
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Khushi...
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His mouth was dry. His whole throat was dry. Parched. The blinding light was gone. Now it was pitch black, and his eyes were glued shut— he couldn't open them...
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Making Her Mine- An IPKKND story.
RomanceA reimagination of Arnav and Khushi's story, from the moment when Arnav sees Khushi and Shyam together at the Fancy Dress Competition. In this story, Arnav sees Khushi's discomfort when Shyam is grabbing her hand, which leads to an earlier confronta...
