Abhishek

Of the seven deadly sins - pride, greed, lust, envy, gluttony, wrath and sloth - one is buried deep into a person's soul, hidden from sight, and that particular sin defines his/her entire personality.

What did the biscuit say to a hot cup of tea?  
          
          Bikhar ne ka mujhkoo
          Shauq hai badaaa
          Sametega mujhkooo
          Tuu bata zaraaa
          
          
          Note: My old/first account is back(guess the continuous mails to wattpad team did help). Though not in the mood to post/write any stories. Guess I'm done with that account but anyone wants to read the last 2-3 chapters of Creature of Habit and the chapter where Riddhima speaks for the first time with Vansh or anyone(The Price You Pay). That's all I can do for you all.

One day you'll read a novel from me.

Having all your school friends abandon you and stay friends with each other is more character building than a breakup and you can fact check me on this...
          
          P.S. Not using Wattpad app so might not be able to reply to any DM's. Sorry for that

To get along, you don't need to have the same ideas. You just  need to have the same respect.

Hi how are you? Please post your stories missing them so much 

Some Day...
          
          Dear Beloved,
          
          Some day, I hope to understand you. What makes you and makes you unmake me. Why you do what you do and why you don’t do what I wish you would. Where do you keep all that love hidden inside, that I feel but you wouldn’t let me touch. What words come to your lips and then retreat?
          
          Some day, you would open up the inner linings of your heart and show me where I reside or resided or maybe just rented space for a while.
          
          You would tell me of those brief moments in many, when you felt closest to being in love. Also of the time when our drifting away began.
          
          Some day, you will pour out what you really feel rather than hiding behind the garbs of polite lies and vehement affirmations or denials.
          
          You would leave me with surety than doubt, with peace than war, with a beaming smile than brimming eyes. Not always you do so, but yes, sometimes.
          
          Some day, you’ll tell me you miss me before keeping down the phone instead of “take care”. Or when I pick up the call, you’ll scream to me you miss me instead of “how are you?”
          
          You would be the first one to text or would beg to see me or refuse to keep the phone down.
          
          Some day, you would walk back to me and tell me you want to die in my arms. And I’ll let you, only to resurrect you with soft kisses. We’ll watch the stars and talk the night away. You would sleep with my thoughts and wake up to my smile. When you’d not just want me. But need me.
          
          Some day, you would realize that love is not a scary word. It’s a commitment alright but not enslavement. It’s liberating. It’s okay to give and take love, despite the odds. That we need to think of the present and not the past or the future. We. Here. Now. Is all that matters.
          
          Yours only.

You start approaching life differently when you start admiring others' success without questioning your own.

"Log badla hua kehte hai mujhe, 
          Ab toota hua patta rang bhi na badle."

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          Eternal Love  
          
          It’s better we stay away said the night,
          For it to work perfectly fine,
          We can’t be together this time,
          It’s called fate, and I can’t call it mine.
          
          I know my touch burns you down,
          Gallops you heart, soul and sound,
          
          I still want you,
          You beautiful mine,
          For holding you close,
          And never leaving your side.
          
          We’ll find a midway,
          For this to play,
          Just tell me,
          You want me to stay.
          
          Your words work miracles,
          And so do you,
          Just say you want me,
          The way I do.
          
          The night finally spoke
          Her words soft and new
          
          We’ll meet twice,
          When you allow me to sink in you,
          
          Sacrifices happen both way
          Said the Day,
          For once it’ll be me, and in this you’ve no say.
          
          Dawn and dusk,
          We’ll be called,
          Depending on who sinks into whom.
          
          The former follows the later and the later follows anew.
          
          The time will be a barrier, said the night,
          It won’t allow us to make love more than a while,
          Few moments is what we’ll have,
          And once in a day is too much to bear.
          
          Will you survive this distance?
          Will you put up to this time?
          Will this make you happy?
          Will keep you enlivened throughout you life?
          
          The Day gleamed,
          And glowed with a smile,
          
          Bound by circumstances,
          And not by choice,
          A little of you will always be better,
          Than not having you at all, O mine!
          
          The times we meet,
          Will be the most beautiful times of  the day,
          When the sky changes its hue,
          Till it reaches a bright azure or grey.
          
          A sign that our love has survived,
          That it has battled through all evils, and came alive.
          
          A sign we went beyond distance, power and time,
          To achieve our love,
          And touch upon a feel so divine.
          
          The earthlings will come and go,
          The world will witness our love,
          We’ll shine like diamonds with the brightest glow,
          Till every unseen leaves this show.
          
          The night smiled with teary eyes,
          Surrendered herself in the arms of her mighty knight,
          Melting under his warm desire,
          Waiting for the dawn to arise!