....˖☆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...
कुछ और था मैं कुछ और ही था तुमने ही मुझको निखारा है अब जो भी मुझमें प्यारा है वो हर रंग तुम्हारा है
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Mai chaar saal baad bhi agar update doon phir bhi you all won't vote on book isn't it?? Just be honest to the book guy's if you all are not enjoying don't read so I don't feel like number of read are so much while vote isn't even 500 like seriously??? I really don't think so this is what my book deserve SL is really close to my heart and your less intrest towards it makes me doubt sometimes that am I going wrong? One among the family problems and everything there was one reason this too that I couldn't write new chapters it feels like u all aren't interested anymore Ik it's end of the book but .. *sighing...
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Anyways happy reading 🎀
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"Jiju aapse bohot pyaar karte hain na?"
(“Jiju loves you a lot, doesn’t he?”)
Shrishti’s cousin teased as they still lingered on the terrace under the soft winter sky.
Vaani’s cheeks flushed instantly, a rosy pink blooming across her skin. She smiled, trying and failing to scold her.
"Jao, so jao. Bohot badmaash ho tum sab."
(“Go to sleep now, you all are such mischief-makers.”)
She said with mock-seriousness, but scolding? Her? An impossible thing.
The girl pouted playfully, sighing like a hopeless romantic. "I wish... mujhe bhi koi itna pyaar karne waala mile."
(“I wish I also find someone who loves me like that…)”
She said, staring dreamily toward the door.
"I wish har ladki ko Nirvaan jaise pyaar karne waale partner mile..."
(“I wish every girl finds a partner who loves like Nirvaan…)”
Then her voice dropped, barely audible a whisper wrapped in devotion.
"Par ye mere hain... Nirvaan mere hain."
(“But he’s mine... Nirvaan is mine.”)
The girl turned again, phone now tucked in hand."Aap sone nahi jaoge?"
