~ A tale of a friendship crushed and an affection triumphed ~
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Shravan and Suman, Childhood best friends, inseparable so to say. Suman, a feisty and hot headed girl, her only goal in life, to be ac...
How many casualties did the last update claim? :p The morning after is here! ;) I'm enjoying writing fluff to be honest. It's been a while I haven't written it and now its growing on me. Who's excited?
The pacing will be slow for a little while. Before it picks pace again. So sit back and enjoy until the story speeds up...
Seher literally means morning, let's take this forward!
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He let out a sleepy moan and tried moving, but he felt a weight weighing him down. He roused from heavy slumber as a familiar fragrance clouded his consciousness. Smiling, he slowly opened his eyes. His eyes fell onto Suman, who was cuddled into him. Her soft breaths fanning his neck, where she had dug her nails, a few hours ago. The memory made his face flush. A peaceful reckoning made its way to his heart, something he hadn't felt in ages.
He tightened his hold around her waist. Pulling her further into himself carefully, he kissed her forehead. Sighing, he thought about how life had a tendency of changing in a moment and how his had changed course multiple times. Some he knew of; others he may have been unaware of too.
He remembered the day his Mother had left them. He had rushed to Suman for help and she had mocked him. He had become the laughing stock for their school. His life had changed direction in that moment. He had decided to leave India for good. That had led to him finding his true potential, to be the man he had become.
He brought Suman's hand up to his lips and placed a soft kiss on her palm. Suman's email to him all those years ago, with her apology had again monumentally shifted the axis of his life. His loneliness, the empty feeling in his chest had all been replaced by faith and knowledge that she was here to stay. That in life, he may lose anything but not her.
Years passed by and his life took another deflection. The night of his welcome party. He knew the moment she had walked into the venue, that he never truly had his heart. He had given it to her and she had held it still. That night he knew, she was way more than a friend to him. All that time, he had lied to himself. One gaze at her, and all his masks had fallen off. She had yanked at the shackles he had bound his heart in, and waltz in, to never leave.
She stirred in sleep and he cooed into her ear, cradling her head, he patted it gently. Her hand went around his neck in response. He beamed at the familiarity with which she did that. As though, his arms were her home, had been forever. Breathing in a lung-full of air, his thoughts drifted to the noon of his attack.
