In the dazzling World of fame Nd fortune, OVIE KHANNA, a top-notch A-list actress, commanded attention everywhere she went. Her talent nd beauty captivated audiences, but little did she know that her path was about to intersect with that of a prince...
I was walking on the road all alone. I needed my space, away from all the things, away from everyone. History was repeating itself. And my poor sister is stuck in all these for no reason. She was not at fault here yet she is the one who suffers the most from all those. She is already depressed and sick but our parents are busy in their own world, arguing with each other. We don't want this. I'm tired from all these. I need a break. I had hoped that maybe some things would change. But no. Nothing changed. Not my luck and definitely not my fate. And absolutely not my parents. I'm utterly disappointed in them. They did not even have the maturity to keep quiet at the hospital. They were so deeply involved in their arguments while Sumbul laid on the sick bed just like they did when she was only four, the time when she had fallen sick to the point that she fell unconscious.
But this time our 'father' showed enough maturity and stood quiet, ignoring his wife, not wanting to cause any discomfort to his bedridden daughter. Fortunately, Sumbul was unconscious due to high doses of medications which was why she couldn't hear any of our mother's rambling which would have only given her more stress.
I sighed as I sat on the bench and opened my umbrella. It had begun to pour slightly. Of course, it has to rain whenever I'm in pain. It has to mock my grief. It's like a ritual.
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Suddenly, I felt a sensation of being watched...
I felt a sudden prickle on the back on the back of my neck, as if I were being watched. My pulse quickened as the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. Me, compelling me to swivel my head around. My eyes scanned my surroundings for the source of the sensation my gay settled on distant figure very noticeable through the tornad offer in cascading down the rain blood my vision turning the world into a smuggled watercolor painting reducing everything to in distance shapes and shifting shadows it there was something about this figure that held in my attention magnetism that refused to let me look away cointing through the deluge, I could just make out the silhouette of a man his from soft and by the rentless rain he was glad in white kurta the traditional garment standing outstatly against the gloom he was heated inside his teeth black car the police pre surface of the vehicle glistening with windows, i good berley discrein the faint number of cigarette health casually in his hand the tiny glow a turnbe cone in the murky atmosphere.
The smoke barely visible spiraled languidly upwards, dissolving into the wet rain his eyes were fixed on me intense and unblinkingly pressing through the well of rain has if the distance and the storm between us inconsequential. Even from a far I could feel the weight of his case a strange mixture of curiosity and something else something indefinable down my spine.
Author's Pov:
Amyardh's gas was fixed on Ovi his eyes tracing her every move with an intensity the rain outside board rentlessly, bluring the world beyond into and distant wash of grey and silver yet through the deluge, ovie figures to the out to him a poignant silhouette against the dreary backdrop. She was sitting on the bench her profiles of eliminated by the warm light of the street light there was something hauntingly familiar about her stands the image of tara began to over lay onto Ovie, merging the past with the present in a bittersweet collage of memories in his mind.
