Random Thoughts 💭

Random Thoughts 💭

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My refuge. My sanctuary. We think, we imagine, we contemplate, then we put it in words. And as the words are gathered in one, It becomes a masterpiece. The earth is never small, and your mind can go beyond the world you got used to.There's no limit. You can conquer not only the universe, but everything in between. Atleast if it exist. But who cares really? Everyone can live with their hopes and beliefs. Fantasy is never too bad for a person as long as he can control it. It is like riding a stallion, once you tame it you can gallop across every valley and mountains without the slightest of hesitation. Why? Because you are free, confident and brave enough to take all the risk just to see the end of the rainbow, setting aside a possible fractured bone. But risk is always there. It's the chance that we're after, and once it's gone all that will be left in us is regret. Life is too short to waste in grievances and defeats and What if's, it's all about getting up, taking that perilous road and overcoming challenges. And the fun just keeps going. Like how the chapters of your life keeps moving. 💛💛💛☀❄🌻
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It was just one night. One room. No promises. No confessions. Just two people- who should've walked away. But something about the way they looked at each other... The way silence held more meaning than words ever could... Made that night less of a mistake and more of a memory neither body could forget. Now, two years later, they're back. In the same city. Under different names. Carrying the same ache. She has someone new. He almost moved on. But love doesn't always announce itself- sometimes it just lingers. What happens when: - a closed room remembers what the world forced them to forget? - bodies touch again, but hearts hesitate harder? - one mug, one bed, one white shirt brings everything rushing back? "Unfinished things don't die. They wait. In bedrooms like this - with people like us." 🌙 A poetic, slow-burn Hinglish story. Of what was never said, what was never supposed to happen, and what still might - if they dare. Read if you like: ✨ Emotionally mature tension ✨ Silent glances louder than love letters ✨ Bedroom intimacy with poetic restraint ✨ Chapters that feel like old voice notes you never deleted 📌 New Chapters Every day 📍 Instagram + Wattpad Exclusives 💬 Comment "I've been there" if you've ever left a room and still felt touched

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