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Giving English translations for all the already written OS and...
ओह! यह छवि हमारे सामग्री दिशानिर्देशों का पालन नहीं करती है। प्रकाशन जारी रखने के लिए, कृपया इसे हटा दें या कोई भिन्न छवि अपलोड करें।
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The story starts with a pregnant Naira sitting with a thud on the couch that was laid in the living room. Her teary eyes staring at the 55 inch LED screen in front of her, while her hands on her bulgy stomach that held her baby. She keeps staring at it for some next half an hour or even more. 😢🥺
Who can keep a track of time when mind is not on track!! 💔
It was the little one growing inside her who decided to stand by mumma when she needed him. The baby kicked and Naira came back to senses. Tears still not ready to stop falling. 🥺
Her phone had so many missed calls but she did not feel like answering to any of the calls. Leaving the device there itself, she got up slowly with one hand on belly and other one on the abdomen that ached. No doubt, the pain in abdomen was much less than that in her heart. 💔💔🥺
Looking at nothing in particular, she walked to the kitchen, only to let her mind be occupied with thousands of "their" memories of the kitchen. 💔😢
A place where they cooked and ate together now haunted her. She was afraid to visit the kitchen again for she knew his memories will never stop flowing in her mind. 😢
Her mind was still occupied and repeated the saddest lines that she had heard. 💔
She took a glass of water and drank it only for the baby. 😢💔
Her body felt so weak and depressed. Her heart felt so heavy and saturated that she wouldn't react any further pressure. To ease herself, if that was possible even, she moves out of the house and goes to the beach which was very close to their apartment. 🥺🥺
She could see the flashes of herself sitting with her man, Kartik enjoying the roadside food, feeling happy at his smiles and gestures and trying to irritate him by ruffling his smooth silky hair. She was getting the flashes of the man whom she loved with her whole heart. That's when she stumbled upon a small stone. That hit her, not on the foot but on the heart as it bought her back into the world where she would not get to meet him ever again. 😢😢💔
She sat on a chair that were kept at the beach for people to sit and enjoy the view. She kept seeing the waves, not knowing what to do next. 😢
N- Har baar toh aa jaate the nah wapis. Picchli baar jab fracture ke saath wapis aaye the, tab tumne bola thaa ki isse bura kuch nai ho ga. 🥺
