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Agni parked the car in the driveway and entered the house with his mother, Komal ji. While she headed toward the kitchen to prepare dinner, he went straight to his room. The weight of the day's conversations hung heavy on his mind, especially the words Komal ji had said to him in the car.
He changed into a comfortable T-shirt and joggers, but instead of feeling at ease, his thoughts swirled uncontrollably. He stepped into his study room, picked up his guitar, and walked back to his room. The balcony seemed to call to him, a quiet refuge where he could try to make sense of the storm in his head.
Sitting down on the cushioned chair, Agni rested the guitar across his lap. The cool evening breeze caressed his face, but it did little to calm the whirlwind of emotions within. His fingers instinctively strummed a soft melody, but his heart wasn’t in the music.
His mind was filled with Diya. Her face, her laughter, her voice—it all came rushing back to him in vivid detail. He remembered her radiant smile yesterday when she had been speaking about her love for dance.
“How do you have so much energy for dancing, especially after teaching so many classes?” he had asked her, genuinely curious.
Her eyes had sparkled as she replied, “Passion, Agni. No matter how much life demands from you, if you truly love something, you’ll find the energy. Passion keeps you alive.”
The memory of her words stirred something deep inside him. She had spoken so effortlessly, but the depth of her belief had left a mark on him. He couldn’t stop thinking about how dedicated she was—not just to her art but to the people around her. Even when she was exhausted, she found ways to give, to care, to love.
His fingers stilled on the guitar strings as Komal ji’s voice from the car echoed in his ears.
“Agni, don’t ever take Diya for granted. She’s someone who gives her all, selflessly. But relationships shouldn’t feel one-sided. Respect her, cherish her, and don’t take advantage of her kindness.”
The words weighed on him now, intertwining with his own fears. Was he enough for her? Did she feel as valued and loved as she made him feel? He thought about how she had taken care of him during his fever, her quiet patience and warmth filling the void left by his own vulnerabilities.
Agni leaned back in the chair, staring at the evening sky. His mind raced, replaying moments with Diya—her infectious laughter, her graceful movements when she danced, the way her eyes softened when she spoke about her dreams. Every detail of her felt imprinted on his soul, yet he wondered if he had done enough to show her how much she meant to him.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and purple, Agni felt a tug of urgency. Diya wasn’t just someone he admired; she was someone he couldn’t imagine his life without.
He wanted to be better for her—not because she demanded it but because she inspired it. Her words about passion echoed again, and he realized that his love for her was just that: a passion that fueled him, that gave him purpose.
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The soft strumming of his guitar filled the silence of the balcony, but his thoughts remained with Diya. Her kindness, her strength, her unyielding passion—they were all part of what made him fall for her every single day. And as he sat there, lost in her thoughts, he made a quiet promise to himself: to ensure that she always felt as cherished and supported as she made him feel.
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"Ehsaas"~ A Story Of Falling In Love
Romance"For all the girls who crave a love that's gentle in the daylight yet consuming in the dark. The kind of man who holds your hand with warmth, speaks with quiet devotion, and protects you like his own heart-until the door closes. Then, he's all fire...
