« 𝑰'𝒎 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒅. » "I'm waiting for the moment when my soul will leave this body and I'll be dead officially because every piece of me has already died." ~ 𝐀𝐯𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐊𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐫 (Don't steal the name. I had created it) "You've to fight through some bad days to earn the best days in life and everyday I'm praying for some strength to go through these tough days." ~ 𝐒𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐲𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐚 Two different souls, going somewhere through the same phase but one is hopeless while the other is holding hope like her last weapon. They got hitched because of their own reasons and had planned to get divorce after a year but not everything goes according to one's planning. Join me in their story of how they'll find each other and even if they did find how they'll struggle to be with each other. ˙⁠❥⁠˙˙⁠❥⁠˙˙⁠❥⁠˙ "Please...please don't hate me for all these, Shreya." He mumbled while shaking and refused to open his eyes. His lips were chanting the same sentence until she softly said,"Tell me- tell me how to hate you Avyank." "I can never bring myself to ever hate you. I can't, Avyank." She voiced gazing straight into his eyes and he cried more looking at her eyes which held nothing but love and affection for him. His heart felt at ease as the fear he had that she might hate him after knowing about his past went away. He held onto her as his life depended on her and cried thinking how did he get so lucky 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏 ??

The One she loved left her a day before her marriage The ones she cared humiliated her,despised her and blamed her for everything but what will happen when she will be forced to marry a mere stranger Aditi Sharma a 24 year old aspiring CA an ambivert who loves her family Daksh Agnihotri a 30 year old businessman, introvert doesn't like to express his emotions, lives with his only grandma [Dakhs: you wanted to see me married right? Grandma: yes beta I'm dying to see ur bride who will bring joy to our empty lives Who will fill this quite mension with the sounds of her anklets (Tears gathered in her eyes) Daksh:Then I'm getting married Her eyes widened Grandma: what when did you meet he-, What's her name , what's her age, how does she looks Daksh: I Don't know Grandma: WHAT THE- U're getting married to her and you don't even know her name??????]

Il allumait sa cigarette, Je n'allumais rien du tout. Il buvait de l'alcool, Je buvais de l'eau. Il souriait narquoisement, Je souriais simplement. Il ne m'aimait pas, Je ne l'aimais pas. Lui et Moi ensemble ne durais pas une journée. Les Bad Boy's sont tous les même, des petits malin hot qui rendent les filles vulnérable. Ils sèchent l'école et quand ils viennent ils sont bourrés. Ils cherchent la bagarre avec les joueurs de football de l'école. Ils jouent avec le cœur des filles juste pour remplir leurs besoins et ensuite il les jettent. Ils ont une grande notoriétés et je ne voulais pas tomber en amour pour l'un d'eux. Et ensuite le jeu a commencé... Il a dit qu'il me trouvé intrigante, unique, intéressante parce que je ne me pavanais pas à lui. « Toi et moi Grey, allons jouaient à un jeu. Nous aurons des rencard et dans trois mois je te promet que tu tomberas amoureuse de moi. Si tu tombe amoureuse de moi pendant ces trois mois, je gagne. Et si tu viens à gagner alors je renoncerais à l'alcool, aux cigarettes, et à la manière que je suis avec les joueurs. » C'était un jeu, je ne voulais pas perdre, mais tous les jeux ont des accidents et conséquences. Il faut un cœur brisé pour savoir comment briser un cœur.