She mended hearts
breaking her own
She was what
he could call home.
Hopes ran through her nerve,
always kept others above,
For all she ever wanted in return
was Love. ❤️
Inspired from the Indian Romance Drama "Kaisi Yeh Yaariaan".
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Plea...
"Like this." He snatched the diary from her left hand.
ओह! यह छवि हमारे सामग्री दिशानिर्देशों का पालन नहीं करती है। प्रकाशन जारी रखने के लिए, कृपया इसे हटा दें या कोई भिन्न छवि अपलोड करें।
It took her a moment to come out of the trance, and the moment was enough for Manik to open and read the title page.
"'Dreaming Overload'...Woah!" he said loudly. The expression on his face was a mix of surprise and confusion. He expected it to be her diary, where she'd write what people usually write, like she might have written how Fab 5 tortured her, how she found that friend of a jerk and so on. But what he held confused him from the title itself.
"Manik how dare you??" she came and tried to snatch, not willing to understand that a 5 ft anything is definitely no match for a 6 ft 1.
"Nanduu," he touched her nose while she retreated, "Tumne isme kuch toh likha hoga, now someone should read it na, nahi toh what's the use. Hmm?" he held the book high up.
"This is not done Manik Malhotra," she shouted, "give my book back."
ओह! यह छवि हमारे सामग्री दिशानिर्देशों का पालन नहीं करती है। प्रकाशन जारी रखने के लिए, कृपया इसे हटा दें या कोई भिन्न छवि अपलोड करें।
Manik raised a brow and continued opening till his eyes landed on the first handwritten page. From the condition, it seemed like a child's handwriting, both the cover page and this poem.
"Poems hai yeh toh.." he whispered. All of Nandini's pleas, warnings, etc. fell on his deaf ears. He moved away from her as she trailed behind. Flipping through the book, a random page caught his eye and his lips gave the way to his voice.
"Just wishing on a shooting star Shimmery streak in the night sky Wistful eyes, clasped palms, mouth ajar Countless desires piling up high
