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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 fi...
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A genuine question please answer if possible (You'll can delete your answer after 24 hours):-
Do you guys prefer these long slow paced chapters ? Or should I shorten them❓️
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*Third Person's POV*:-
The room was pitch dark as Kritika slid open the door, she stepped inside with cautious, soundless steps, making sure that she didn't wake up a sleeping Aarav and Nishtha.
It was 7 of the morning, time for Aarav to wake up for school.
But Kritika was more worried about Nishtha, she had not yet woken up.
"Nishtha always woke up before 6:30.," Kritika thought.
Taking took a sharp breath she turned rowards the bed, her eyes fell on two dainty figures-Nishtha and Aarav.
Aarav was deep in sleep, without the care of the world or the turmoil whirling inside the house. His small, chubby arms were wrapped around Nishtha and his hold simply tightened when he felt Kritika's hand touch his shoulder. As if he didn't want to wake up from the warmth that held him.
His tiny face was serene and content as he rested his cheeks against Nishtha's stomach. His cheeks were flushed with the softness of sleep, and his eyelids fluttered slightly feeling Kritika's touch, as if he was in the midst of a peaceful dream.
Contradicting to the peace Aarav was in- there was Nishtha. Her eyebrows were furrowed, forming a bow, her eyes were closed tightly to keep up the walls. She was asleep on her side, her body curled up, as if instinctively protecting herself even in the quiet of sleep. Her face was tensed, faint lines of stress etched across her features despite the safety of the room.
