Eight Flowers
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Eight flowers is a story of college romance with their complicated love and their different ending. Apart from Rose, these eight flowers will give newer meaning to love. A love that has no gender, which can't fade with time. The story moves ahead with two different perspectives.
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"What would you pick?" an inquiry was posed to me, I raised my eyebrow in confusion, she gestured to me through her eyes and hand movement to wait.
"Envision yourself as the earth, you have your sun, who carries satisfaction and happiness to your life while you have your moon also, to hold you in your dull time. Whom would you choose?" She finally completed her sentence. Resting her hand on the arm of the chair while supporting her chin, she looked at me with her curious gaze.
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"Earth would pick 1,000 meteoroids who once tumble to the ground in form of shooting stars and turns into hers when the sun and moon are simply far off dreams" I replied.
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He assisted him with tieing the hanky, to which Keshav didn't pitch any fit however unobtrusively allowing him to tie it. After that Pranab turned around and half stand while taking the support of the railing. However, Keshav continued smoking.
They both were quiet for a moment. The silence was soothing.
"People always say that tattoos and scars are the same, they both have their own pain and stories, only which the owner knows."
Pranab broke the silence by saying this. He didn't have a clue why he did that.
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"Did I steal it all?" Utkarsh asked before leaving.
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