𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒
What happens when
𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐃𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐏𝐔𝐓𝐑𝐀 - the girl who mastered the art of being unseen,
stitched together with silence and scar tissue,
haunted by the ruins of love and friendsh...
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"Spend a summer or a lifetime with me, Let me take you to the place of your dreams, Tell me Do you feel the love?"
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The trip was adventurous, confusing, exhausting, and magical for the most part. I found people and connections I never knew I needed, with loads of promises and love to repay.
Everything that happened in the last month feels like a blessing now that I see it in the past, yet a lingering feeling of it being too good to be true imposes the security of the past once again.
"I told you, you'd have the time of your life on this trip, Myra," Samrat Bhaiya said, offering me a warm cup of masala tea as he took the seat opposite me.
"And how do you know that?" I asked, smiling at the comforting smell of home the tea carried.
"You're not stuttering anymore, you don't zone out as much, and you're mostly excited—not exhausted—about the upcoming plans," he said, taking a sip of his tea. "It's a good thing those mountains took your worries, just like I prayed," Bhaiya added with a smile.
"You prayed?" I asked, unsure whether to feel overwhelmed, grateful, or sad that I had worried my brother so much.
"Maybe? I also prayed they'd take my worries too. Guess that's why you almost got lost," he joked, instantly defusing the moment and leaving no room for a sentimental response.
