The Day My Fingers Met Yours For The Last Time
20 parts Ongoing I am not yours. Guys die for girls like you vani.
Then why can't you accept me.
I just can't. Your not my type.
But i love you.
And I don't vani.....
Do u think they will ever fall in love with each other. ...
Gosh we met again ...
Vani di u remember me.
Read the story to find out what happens next.
This story is for someone i love deeply and it's not momentary and temporary.
He once told me everything in life is momentary - people, feelings, even love. But I don't think that's true. Because I still remember the warmth of his hand from a childhood thumb fight, the way our laughter lingered in the air long after we let go. It was such a small moment, almost forgettable ,yet it stayed with me, quietly, like a secret that refused to fade.
Years passed, and the world kept changing, but that memory never did. It became a part of me a reminder that some things, no matter how brief, leave a forever kind of mark. Maybe everything isn't temporary after all. Maybe some hearts just remember Longer. We grew up, drifted through years, and changed in ways we couldn't explain. But even now, when life feels like a blur of temporary things, his memory stays - soft, uninvited, and endless. Maybe not everything is meant to last, but some feelings do. Some moments never really let go.