A romantic thriller:
suspense, murder & one handsome accused .
Just another MaNan Work ...
Manik Malhotra x Nandini Murthy
Cover credits : parthxlife
Writers : mananxlife &mistandstars
कभी कभी कुछ बातें हमारी यादों के कमरों की इतनी खिड़कियाँ खोल देती है की हम दंग रह जाते है ।बहुत ख़ूबसूरत होती है यह यादों की दुनिया ,हमारे बीतें हुए कल के छोटे छोटे टुकड़े ,हमारी यादों में हमेशा महफ़ूज़ रहते है यादें एक मिठाई के डिब्बे की तरह होती है ,एक बार खुल जाए तो आप सिर्फ़ एक टुकड़ा नहीं खा पाओगे
(Memories are like a box of sweets ... once it opens (then you can't eat just one piece)
We all love a good trip down memory lane .
Sometimes all it takes is a familiar smell or a certain taste to evoke an old memory, making you feel like you are back in time in that moment where it was created.
A moment lasts all of a second, but the memory lives on forever. Before I even realized it, I had come to look at that nostalgic riverside -envisioning my past.
She was right there standing at the London bridge watching the River Thames which lies across the land in smooth seductive curves, beautiful in the morning light, cool and innocuous. Yet it hides a myriad of dangers, its swift undertow being the least of your concerns.
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Tugging on her hoodie tightly she gazed at the river which was almost frozen due to the cold .Winters in England were almost there the weather had drastically changed and it was chilly outside.
A sudden gust of cool breeze made its presence felt in the lone streets of London, a knot formed in her chest, then in her throat,as she glanced at the sky.
In the serenade of the black, the stars are a choir; they are lights that sing in infinite patterns.
Sequin-silver stars like the scattered embers of a dying fire winked down at her , illuminating the atramentous curtain of sky.
The glitter in the sky looks as if she could scoop it all up in her hands and let the stars swirl and touch one another but they are so distant, so far apart that they cannot feel the warmth of each other even though they are made of burning.
She remembered the way he admired his stars .He always used to say
"I've loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night"
