𝙱𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗
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Living with hidden scars is a silent symphony of pain, a dance in shadows. Then, suddenly someone appears and cages you, wrapping chains around your wounde...
I know I'm late, that's why I managed to write the word count of two chapters in one as a compensation.
And the target was also just completed last night.
Target- 860 votes, and 1k followers over insta.
Your in-liners comments make me so freaking happyyy.
Kiya Karo khusi milti hai💋🖤
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My heart was still hammering in my chest.
That moment in the car... his lips, his touch, why didn't I slap him then and there?
Why didn't I move?
Why the hell did my body betray my brain?
He was on a call now, speaking low and calm, and I... I was staring out the window, trying to calm the storm inside me, while another storm howled outside.
The sky was pitch black, clouds roaring like beasts. Lightning kept cracking open the horizon. And honestly, I was scared.
As we passed a curve on the narrow road, a huge tree came crashing down behind us with a loud thud, making me gasp. My breath caught.
What if it had fallen just a few seconds earlier?
Is se bhagne se pahle hi kriya karam ho jaega.
(I'll die even before fore i could run away from him,)
I glanced at him, he looked calm, way too calm. Unbothered, even.
The contrast between the chaos outside and his composure made the fear rise even more in me.
And then thunder cracked again louder, closer. My heart jumped like it was trying to escape.
"Kahi ruk jaate hai na?" (Can we stop somewhere?) I asked, barely hiding the shakiness in my voice.
He ended his call silently, didn't look at me, eyes fixed on the road.
"Kyu, dar gayi? Chor toh kaali raato mein aate hai... aur aap toh dar rahi hai. Kya chorni banengi aap"
(Why, are you scared? Thieves usually come out on dark nights... and you're scared? How will you become a thief then?) he said
I turned to him with narrowed eyes.
"Aur tum kya, part-time bakwaas joke maarne ka kaam karte ho? Bakwaas chhodo. Mausam khatarnak ho rakha hai."
(And what about you, do you have a part-time job of cracking pathetic jokes? Cut it. The weather's dangerous.) I snapped, frustrated.
"Nigaahon nigaahon ki baat hai... aapki mein khaufnaak, hamari mein bepanah dilnasheen ho rakha hai."
(It's all about perspective... where you see danger, I see breathtaking beauty.)
