....˖☆𝐀 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 + 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞☆˖....
"You can't marry him Vaani" I said staring deep in her eyes gritting my teeth my chest tighten with unfamiliar and unbearable pain , just the thought of her being with someone else kills...
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Now, about the chapter— This one is especially close to my heart. Vaani speaking up for herself is not just a turning point in the story, but a deeply personal and powerful moment for me as a writer. Her courage, her voice, and her growth that is her character development basically are things I’ve poured my soul into.
If you've followed her journey so far, you’ll see how far she’s come. This chapter isn’t just fiction—it's a message. And I truly hope it reaches you. 🤍
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"Hah hah, hum pahuch gaye... kaash tum dono bhi aaye hote, aur maza aata na," Anya said, sulking.
(“Ha-ha, we’ve reached... I wish you both had come too, it would’ve been so much fun.”)
"Phir chal lenge, baba... Kashi toh apni hai," Vaani replied with a soft chuckle.
(“We’ll go later, dear. Kashi is ours.”)
"Abhi tum log darshan kar lo, enjoy karo... phir jaldi wapas aa jaana wedding function shuru hone se pehle, okay?" Vaani instructed.
(“You both go for darshan and enjoy... but come back soon before the wedding festivities begin, okay?”)
"Okay, ma’am," Anya replied mimicking a salute.
They both laughed before disconnecting the call. Vaani turned to Nirvaan, smiling softly.
"She’s so happy... finally, everything is fine," she sighed, a sense of peace settling in her tone.
Nirvaan kept looking at her, his smile lingering longer than usual. She frowned slightly and waved her hand in front of his face. "Nir?" she called softly.
"Mmm," he hummed, holding her wrist gently, eyes still locked on her as if she were the most beautiful dream he never wanted to wake up from.
"Hum... humein ab chalna chahiye... school ke liye late ho rahi hoon," she said, stumbling over her words under the weight of his intense gaze. His thumb traced slow circles on her wrist, the gentle friction sparking shivers down her spine.
