Rajsthani Stories

Dev Agnivansh His rage was like a thunderstorm hiding behind the clouds" quiet but present. His heart yearned and his eyes ached but all he could do was wait, wait for his sufferings to end and this melancholic air to pass. To be as known as him in criminal law was something people could only dream of yet to him it was an absolute nightmare Swimming brings him peace. The court room is his second home. His office is his brain and his heart is long gone with his love. Amulya Deo She moves like a whisper" She carried with her an air of melancholy, just like those scrubs she always wore. Her emotions seemed rehearsed and her words seemed analyzed, not out of wisdom but out of fear of being noticed, acknowledged, something which she could only dream of but never experience. Ignorance once seemed like a punishment to her now felt as a safety blanket- something she could hide under. A sacrificial and given up romance story ~greecebeaches