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✨PLEASE READ THE NOTE BEFORE YOU START WITH THE PROLOGUE ✨
❛ she walks on the path, that the letters had carved.❜
Have you ever heard of a Literature student dealing with guns and crim...
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The response to the previous chapter was so overwhelming, I hadn't expected it, honestly. But thank you so much! ❤️
Question for the update:
✨ Movies or Books?
If we talk about adaptions then books. But, I love watching movies as well.
This chapter is the calm before the storm. :-)
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FRIDAY EARLY MORNING ━━━━♛━━━━
Mishti had cried herself to sleep, I rest her head on the pillow and cover her with the duvet. Switching off the light, I take the room's key and leave the room, allowing to fall in silent darkness.
My heart feels heavy and head hurts as I climb down the stairs, every thought in my mind runs in the form of a loop. Her cries, her broken face, her defeated eyes. I feel overburdened and overwhelmed with the new angle in our story.
Was my life going way too smoothly, that He had to plan this awful twist in it?
I reach the ground floor, I walk so slowly and deeply engrossed. Everything around me seems moving in slow motion. Slow-motion, to make me feel every ounce of hurt and pain that my best friend is going through in her life.
I saunter towards the seating area where I can see Nikhil pacing from one corner to another. He was the first one who found about Garima when she had fainted in the cafeteria. Krish was present there too, his concern for an unconscious Garima had spoken volumes.
"She slept," I announce my presence, he halts once he looks at me. His eyes feel heavy, drowsy yet soft. His forehead creased with the tension and fear budding inside him.
"How's she?" He inquires. The night feels so young but I feel so frazzled. There is silence around me, but I can still hear Mishti's throaty whimpers.
When I tell him that she isn't doing well, he sits down on the white bench with a slump. His shoulder sags, his eyes trained on the fresh green grass which glints because of the moonlight.
