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4 Days Before Valentines February 10,2014 was a calm afternoon I was talking to this amazing girl that I once let get away from by me being blind and stupid because,she really liked me and I let something so petty get between us. That same night I put aside my pride and asked for another chance and as I waited for the response I became nervous and the fear of denial built at the bottom pit of my stomach causing me to become light headed and extremely impatient so I sat there quietly waiting. The sound of my phone going off broke the awkward silence I slowly picked. up the phone staring at the blank screen for a few seconds thinking about what lies there in the message that was sent to me. Nervously unlocking my phone I read the message and every thing became silence once more, a smile grew upon my face and the feeling in my lower stomach faded away a great joyful voice screaming in my head seeing that she blessed me with another chance.
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As I sank deeper into the blissful comfort, a gentle warmth enveloped me, stirring my senses. I shifted, seeking more comfort, and nestled my head into the soft-yet-firm pillow I'd been cradling for what felt like an eternity. But the warmth soon spread to my cheeks, beckoning me to surrender further. Just as I realized my tranquil slumber was ending, the soft morning light danced across my eyelids, and I succumbed to its gentle persuasion. As my eyes opened, I froze, startled. Instead of a pillow, my head rested on the chiseled, bare torso of a man I never imagined sharing a bed with. Panic set in, and I hastily lifted my throbbing head. My favorite peacock blue chiffon saree lay rumpled on the floor, a stark reminder of the previous night's events. Memories flooded back: Didi's reception, the stinging fat-shaming comments, the four shots of some unknown shit, and the desperate longing to shed my perpetual singleton status. Shame, guilt, and anguish welled up, threatening tears to spill out. Ignoring my pounding heart and aching head, I sat up and swung my legs over the bed, ready to flee. But a warm hand enveloped my freezing wrist, halting my escape. "Where are you going?" a deep, velvety voice whispered, sending shivers down my spine. ******* At 23, Antara had resigned herself to perpetual singleness, blaming her curvaceous figure for her lack of romantic prospects. To shield herself from potential heartache, she'd developed a carefree facade, deflecting inquiries about her love life with a dismissive smile. Yet, beneath this veneer, Antara nurtured secret dreams forged from childhood fairy tales of Cinderella and Princess Tora. Despite societal beauty standards overshadowing her own, she clung to the ancient myth of the red thread - the invisible bond connecting two destined souls. Antara secretly hopes that the universe has destined her to be with someone whose gentle touches have already sparked a deep emotional connection within her.

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