🌟 RagSan 🌟
One with a past that haunts him. One with a present that haunts her.
Story begins after Sanskar loses Kavita(not dead though) and blames his family for it.
Instead of disappearing, what if he met Ragini? How would that change things...
This one is for arviabhigya . Sorry yaar. DiyaSanskar wala plot I forgot. Uparse, deleted it long back too. I don't think I'll be writing on it now again. Wo serial v dekhna kab ka bandh kardi even before it ended. Maaf kardio pleassssse.
In exchange this one is for you! This will be an OS, or maybe a two-shot.
Moving on...💃💃💃
"Words in double quotes." - Talking
'Words in single quotes' - Thoughts
Chapter 1 - Somebody To Lean On
He watched as the leaves fell down from the trees due to the breeze. Like a feather they swayed in the wind, eventually falling towards their doom in the pond. They were minute compared to the vast body of water. However, that didn't mean they didn't manage to create ripples to the peaceful sheet of water that reflected the colors of the sky. Each ripples spread and eventually died down.
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Unheard...Unnoticed...Unimportant.
Not with a bang, neither a whimper...but a silent scream.
'They are so beautiful to watch as they ruffle the water. Yet, terrible when you think of how they are insignificant. Is that how I am? I exist to be acknowledged. I know I'm me. Yet, my happiness is insignificant to my own family.' Sanskar thought with a heavy heart.
A bouquet was beside him. The flowers, dead. It didn't take much thought to figure out that for whoever it was, he never gave it to them. If his red eyes were to be taken into account, something terrible must have went down.
He sat alone by the steps leading to the tiny pond. Passerbys watched as this man in an expensive suit sat there with a gloomy face, his shirt and hair disheveled, his shoes dirty and his face holding tear tracks.
However, he didn't pay attention to any of it, but continued gazing into the horizon as the sun began to set. A painter would see the color of love in the red sky. But all he saw was the color of a bleeding heart.
"Focus, fire a gun, all we need is somebody to lean on!"
Sanskar was broken from his thoughts when he heard a voice beside him. However, he was too tired, both emotionally and physically, to be bothered about it. He didn't turn.
However, as it was coming from near him, the voice continuously reached his ears. It was feminine. And judging by the voice, he could make out that she was sitting on another step near him.
"Focus, fire a gun, all we need is somebody to lean on!"
It made him wonder what the girl was implying or why she was repeating the same line over and over.
"Focus, fire a gun, all we need is somebody to lean on! 🎶"
His mouth formed an 'o' as he realized what she was doing. He could not help but let out a dry chuckle and turn towards her.
