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"Duniya jab kismat se takrana seekhti,
Tab maine kismat ke saamne jukna seekha tha.
Shayad kismat mein unse ishq nahi lekin unka intezaar likha tha.,"
(When the world learnt on how to fight for their fate, I simply...
By the way, it's almost 30 chapters now and I feel that by now you guys would have understood that I am quite a novice author. I am not an expert in writting emotions well but I wish to learn more about this- novel writing.
So I would love it if you guys could recommend me some Youtuber/Free Courses or just anything which you feel could help me enhance my writing skills.
P.S I really want to improve before I end this book and start a new one. So your opinions would boost me a lot.
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*Third Person's POV*:-
Nishtha shivered as she came out of the water, the breeze had started getting stronger. As soon as they were completely out of water Meera and Ekta instantly put a towel around their shoulders.
"You two now directly go to your room and change. We can rest now until tomorrow.," Meera instructed as she walked beside Nishtha.
Ranvijay and Nishtha rushed to their rooms, taking long strides to cover the distance in the quickest way possible to save themselves from the cold.
The temperature was 21°C but the constant blowing of cold wind made the two shiver in the open.
"Do one thing, you change first, I will go next.," Ranvijay suggested seieng Nishtha's body shiver and her eyes droop because of the cold.
"Aapko thand nahi lag rahi ? Hawa kitni zor se hain dekhiye toh sahi, zukhaam ho jayega.," ( Aren't you feeling cold ? The wind is very strong right now you will catch fever really quick.) Nishtha reprimanded, worried for Ranvijay equally or perhaps more than herself.
"Fine then. I will go to Vardhaan's room and change.," Ranvijay said and went towards Vardhaan's rooms with his clothes in his hands.
Once Ranvijay was done, he left for their room. He knocked outside waiting for Nishtha to answer it.
But after two minutes when no reply came from the other side he knocked the door again, this time a little louder and with force.
When the door was answered, Ranvijay was looking at Nishtha without her chooda for the first time.
Her wrists were frail, "how did she even wear those heavy chooda ?," he questioned himself on spotting red rashes on her wrist. Nishtha scratched her wrist as if the rashes were irritating her.
Ranvijay's eyes slowly trailed to Nishtha's face taking in every little bit of her. From the sharp collar bones to her crisp jawline and clear skin, Nishtha had completely enticed Ranvijay by her beauty.
While Ranvijay stood still, Nishtha turned away and moved her hair to the back, to allow the blowing air to dry out her hair. The sindoor between her hair line and the gold chain was more prominent due to the deep neck of the baby blue anarkali.
