𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗙𝗟𝗢𝗢𝗗 𝗢𝗙 𝗠𝗘𝗠𝗢𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗦
𝙒𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙧'𝙨 𝙋𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙫𝙞𝙚𝙬 (𝙋𝙊𝙑)
It was an another chirpy morning in the Mumbai city....the clouds are drizzling , the roads are slippery , and the trees are distrub indicating the after effects of the monstrous storm....
The birds which are hidden during the storm are flying high as if they have a prime dream to pursue and perish....the tides of the sea are crashing on the beach showing their wilderness and dominance....
There stood a stupendous fifteen storey building opposite to the beach "THE PARADISE VIEW" standing strong and protecting thousands of lives from the prevailing storm.....
Admit the storm two souls were peacefully sleeping in thier room...the dizzy sunrise barely entered the room giving a golden shade to the dark room....
A girl In her mid twenties came after taking the bath....her wet hair tied with a towel...her baby pink salwar suits her milky complexion....
She dried her hair...got ready...and went to make breakfast for her husband....
YES!!! She is married... marriage life for her was not magical or blissful.....they had fought shed tears but nevertheless cared for each with some lovable moments......Thinking about her life she prepared Dosa with Sambar [an South Indian dish] with her signature coffee for her husband....
She set the table for the breakfast when her husband came all set for the office....𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡'𝙨 𝙋𝙊𝙑
Life was always not a polished road for me.....it has many ups and downs...many obstacles....Though we humans learn to adjust according to the situation...our heart doesn't.....
Yesterday I got a dream....NO!!!! It wasn't a dream but a dark memory from my disastrous past.....the day which changed my life upside down.....
Though I learnt to tackle the past.....the incident that occurred yesterday afternoon triggered my vulnerable self......It prepared the breakfast thinking about the incident when my husband came down all ready.....
My husband : Good morning sunshine!!!Myself : good morning!! Here is your coffee!!
I handed the coffee to him and set the table for breakfast......My husband always liked my cooking....
He enjoys every bite of it.....After breakfast , He adviced me for good ten minutes to take care , take the medicines on time and eat properly as I am in my fifth month of my pregnancy....yes!!! We are expecting our first child....
Since he came know about our child...he had been doing all kind things to make me comfortable...going all protective on me...which is sometimes pretty annoying!!!!!!
Eventhough he is annoying sometimes... He takes good care of me.... fullfill my crazy cravings and handle my horrible mood swings....
I enjoy making him work for me...It is pretty much fun you know😂!!! Making your husband to serve you...
Hahaha😂!!!perks of being a pregnant woman!!!After a good advice session that felt like eternity he left for office not before informing that he'll be back soon and ask me take rest..Ahhhh!!!He and his protectiveness.....Didn't I say he is annoying sometimes!!....
After his departure , I made myself a coffee to ease my building up headache...and settled in the couch in our balcony....Being in 10th floor of the apartment our balcony has a mesmerizing view of the beach.....
On enjoying the sight of the beach with a slight drizzling my eyes fell on invitation in our coffee table.....
The past life began to play in my mind....I took the invitation in my hand which I received yesterday afternoon.....
𝘼𝙍𝙅𝙐𝙉
𝙬𝙚𝙙𝙨
𝙎𝙃𝙍𝙀𝙔𝘼
Reading those names encrypted in golden letters on the royal blue card ......A sad smile appeared in my lips....A lone tear escaped from my eyes...My emotions started to flow down the memory lane remembering my past in which my eyes started to well up...I let my tears to flow which have been threatening me to flow down since yesterday......
The clouds again started it's enormous downpour along with my never ending tears.....No!!!My life was not like this before....It is all because of that one dreadful day!!!!Watching the raining , I started to travel down my memory lane.....
To know reason of my today's situation you need to know my past....Well let me introduce myself first.....I AM DIYA!!!
And the story begins...🌿
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Teen FictionStory of a girl who narrates her life which was like a Hurricane.... A heart touching story Based on some true events... This story covers almost all the happening in the life a sixteen year old teen.... It revolves around the universal bond called...