Lost In Love

Lost In Love

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#1 in 339 stories commonly people of all ages have been now not against to love however only some of the people shares the records.I think that this story touches the hearts of all of us.We can't bare if something happened to our loving ones.they will be mom,dad,brother,sister or any individual.but on this story I want to describe the love among a Tamilian individual who turned into settled in West Bengal along along with his family who fell in love with a Andhra village female.Then after someday what takes place to the Tamilian man and what become the circumstance of Andhra woman and who changed into these Tamilian person and Andhra girl and what was their love journey and others are within the tale.here the reality comes to recognize that "life does not gives us all.If it offers anything it's going to took some thing from you".
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❝Bhoot pisach nikat nahi aavey, Mahavir jab naam sunavey...❞ It was late at night, when I heard a knock on the window. I froze hearing the knock. Slowly, I got up from my study table and tiptoed toward my bed, trying to decide if I should check the window. But something told me not to, so I climbed on the bed instead. I'm not opening that window. I know how in horror movies, the main character hears some creepy noise and runs straight towards it. Like hello? do they not care there could be a whole-ass ghost waiting to jump on them? Another knock. I squeezed my eyes shut, gripping the blanket tightly. If this is how I die, I swear I'm haunting the ghost back. I was on the verge of running to wake up my parents when I heard a sneeze and then... my name whispered slowly. "Pratiksha." It clicked in an instant. Oh god! I shot up from the bed, hurriedly unlocking and opening the window. Before I could even react, he tumbled through and fell directly on the floor with a thud. I gasped in shock, half laughing but also panicking at the sight of him in my room. "How did you-" I started to ask, but he quickly clamped his hand over my mouth. I stared at him. He leaned in closer and whispered, "Don't make noise, or we'll both be in trouble." What. Is. Happening. ~~~ If overthinking was a sport, she would have won every time. He, on the other hand, one moment, he was the smoothest guy around. The next, he was doing something completely silly just for fun. Together, they were like a perfect mess. But a twist of destiny tore them apart. Six years later, they met again, the love that once bloomed was now buried under layers of hatred, from both sides. Could they move past the hurt, the anger and the six years that had turned them into stranger?

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