Days were passing, getting us close to each other. My feelings for her were becoming purer and true.
I always loved having fun with her, most of the time by irritating her (intentionally). But this time it was something different. I wrote letters for her by being an Anonymous and used to keep them in her bicycle basket. She understood that it was me on the very first day. On the second day, Nisha took the letter and tore it without letting her read it but Anindita took all those bits of paper to her home by giving an excuse of keeping the surrounding clean, and then she stuck all those bits together and read it.
I found this act of hers really very sweet. This showed that she loved and enjoyed whatever I did for her.
YOU ARE READING
Just because...You are Mine.
Romance...dedicated to my girl. The one who made me what I'm today. The one who always understood me and stood beside me when I felt weak. She's my strength and my biggest motivator. My addiction. My life and my love. "Being loved by someone gives you stre...
