DEVAKSHI
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The story is about a girl named Sakshi. She has been wondering all the while about the reason behind her birth. Little did she know the magic that was about to happen to her. It was always there around her but she failed to notice it. And there the time came for her to know the magic that she had been missing all her life. Something that she was craving all through her life was right there behind her but she couldn't notice it. The end for her endless wait is close to coming to an end. Her life has in stored so many amazing things for her. Read to know the magic. Guys this is my first story, so please excuse for my mistakes. Please vote if it was worth your time.
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He saw her for the first time on her birthday. She never knew about his feelings. Years passed-same school, same university-but he never found the words. This is the story of a quiet love, unspoken and unwavering. A boy who waited. And a girl who never knew she was being waited for...🦋 ***************************************** She opened the box slowly, dust rising from its lid. Inside, neatly stacked, were envelopes. Dozens of them. Each one marked in the same familiar handwriting. "Isha - Happy birthday! ❤️" She blinked, her fingers trembling as she picked one. Inside was a card-simple, handmade. Tucked with it, a folded note. A letter. "I don't know if I'll ever have the courage to give you this. But if I do... happy birthday, Isha. I think I've loved you since the day you walked past me, smiling at everyone but me." She pulled out another envelope. Same card. Same quiet confession. Year after year. Her eyes welled up. He had written to her every birthday. He had loved her-through years, through silence, through time. And not once had he asked for anything in return. She turned to Siddharth, who stood quietly at the door, watching her find his years of longing-one envelope at a time. "You waited this long...?" she whispered. He moved to her and wiped her tears, looked at her with that same old softness in his eyes. "I was waiting for a day when... you'd look at me the way I've looked at you all these years." ***************************************** Join me on this journey to uncover the depths of love and longing...🎀

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