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"मैं परिंदा हूँ तू है सितारा
मैं अपना आसमान चुनु तू अपना आसमानमैं"
。‧˚ʚ🍓ɞ˚‧。⋆ ───────── ⋆。‧˚ʚ🍓ɞ˚‧。
𝐀𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐪 𝐓𝐞𝐫𝐚 ~ 𝐊𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐦𝐢𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐓𝐮 𝐊𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢
He is from Kashmir.
Chaos is his mother tongue.
He feels like warm Kashmiri chai on a freezing morning. Slow. Comforting. Deceptively strong.
She is from Kanyakumari.
Loud, expressive, dramatic in the best way possible.
She smells like fresh mallipoo and chaos. Fire wrapped in bangles and sarcasm.
When they meet, sparks do not fly.
Storms do.
꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ───────────── ꒰ა ☆ ໒
They argue about everything.
Language. Food. Weather. Music. Who makes better chai. Who has better beaches.
He calls her "too much."
She calls him "too boring."
He rolls his eyes.
She rolls up her sleeves.
Hair pulling.
Endless roasting.
Cold wars in the corridor.
Unspoken concern hidden behind sarcastic comments.
But somewhere between college corridors and cultural festivals, between snowfall stories and sunset confessions, something shifts.
Because sometimes chaos needs calm.
And sometimes calm needs a little chaos to feel alive.
But destiny is stubborn.
And love, even more so.