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๐๐ถ๐ด๐ต ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ง๐ช๐ค๐ต๐ช๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ถ๐ด ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ถ๐ญ๐ถ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ช๐ค๐ฉ ๐ช๐ด ๐ฑ๐ถ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ญ๐บ ๐ฃ๐ข๐ด๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ฎ๐บ ๐ช๐ฎ๐ข๐จ๐ช๐ฏ๐ข๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ต ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ๐ต๐ด ๐ช๐ด ๐ข๐ฅ๐ข๐ฎ๐ข๐ฏ๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ช๐ต ๐ช๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ญ๐ช๐ต๐บ ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ต ๐ฐ๐ฉ ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ญ, +
๐๐ถ๐ด๐ต ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ง๐ช๐ค๐ต๐ช๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ถ๐ด ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ถ๐ญ๐ถ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ช๐ค๐ฉ ๐ช๐ด ๐ฑ๐ถ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ญ๐บ ๐ฃ๐ข๐ด๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ฎ๐บ ๐ช๐ฎ๐ข๐จ๐ช๐ฏ๐ข๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ต ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ๐ต๐ด ๐ช๐ด ๐ข๐ฅ๐ข๐ฎ๐ข๐ฏ๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ช๐ต ๐ช๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ญ๐ช๐ต๐บ ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ต ๐ฐ๐ฉ ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ญ, +
๐ค๐ข๐ฏ'๐ต ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ฑ ๐ฎ๐ถ๐ค๐ฉ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ค๐ข๐ถ๐ด๐ฆ ๐ฌ๐ช๐ด๐ด๐ช ๐ป๐ข๐ฎ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ฉ๐ถ๐ฎ ๐ฃ๐ฉ๐ช ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ถ๐ญ๐ถ ๐ฉ๐ถ๐ธ๐ข ๐ฌ๐ข๐ณ๐ต๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ.....
On his side with his hand under his head & a pillow under his leg, Sidharth was again sleeping on the same bed he had spent nearly four
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On his side with his hand under his head & a pillow under his leg, Sidharth was again sleeping on the same bed he had spent nearly four
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months of his life. The four months he could never forget and how could he? How could he forget those four months when she was with him, confided in the same walls, the woman who had won his heart.
He still remembered the first he looked at her, the days when she came into his+
He still remembered the first he looked at her, the days when she came into his+
life as a mystery he couldn't solve. There was something her, something unconventional that pulled him towards her. Just how a compass needle points towards the north, his longing gaze always wandered toward her. & wasn't she worth to be looked at? Her innocence,
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her guilelessness, her laughter, it had made him fall for her and he didn't even realize that his heart had been stolen by a woman who was already ruling him.
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His whole journey was running like a film in front of his eyes and it was ruled by her, just how he was ruled by her, as his heart was ruled by her. & Now he was back to where it had started, back to where he met his life & what is to deny that she indeed was his life? Before++
meeting her, he had given hope on the world & it's cruel inhabitants & forged the iron walls around himself so that no one could hurt him again. So, that no one could dare break him the way he was afraid to be broken again & perhaps he would hv he would hv gone too far away but
then she came... laughing & giggling & then suddenly he had no sway over himself anymore & it was just her. Her talks, her laughter, her jokes took him to a world he had always craved & suddenly he was laughing again. He was living again. Was she changing him? Or was he only ++
melting down the walls he had forged around himself? But who cared? He was living again because he had found the elixir of life in her. Her touch soothed the burning agony in him & now without her, life was nothing but an endless anguish.
& yet there was again, without his life, confided in those walls & it seemed that nothing had changed & yet everything had changed as she wasn't there, her everything wasn't there to hold him once again, to look into his eyes & tell him that he wasn't the only once whose heart +
had been stolen, she too had been a victim of what people called love & turning back was impossible for her now because she had found in him what we all yearn for, a home. She had found her home & she wasn't ready to give it up perhaps even if it meant giving herself up.
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Over the past couple of months, things had been hectic even tho they had been under the lockdown but it wasn't the same as it was when they had been locked inside the BB house. Now, both of them was exposed to the scrutiny or shall I say barbarity of the world & nothing was+
going to be the same as it once was, at least not for a while. & So he laid there, reminiscing about their moments, the one they had spent on this very same bed in each other arms & he was there again & so was everything else but she wasn't there to hold him anymore.
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The ache he had been feeling in his heart the minute he had set foot inside the house was now throbbing like a hot wound & yet she wasn't there to heal it. If only she could be here so he could tell her what she meant to him. The world wasn't to understand it because they hadn't+
seen his heart but he had. He was the one who had lived for her. He was the one who had craved for her & fought with himself every step of the way. He was the one who had spent hours listening to her. He was one who had let her sleep on his arm, night after night without moving +
or complaining. He was the one who had loved & hence, only he was privileged to the pain he carried right now. They didn't know, they didn't know a thing. & it was better that way, it wasn't theirs to know. The one who mattered knew it & that was enough because now she was all
that mattered. & as they all say, love is hard and so it was!
This thread is purely a product of imagination (tho my delulu heart says otherwise) because y'all got to my head with ur non-stop content so don't blame me now as Imma go sleep & everything will be back to normal tomorrow!! 
K bye.
K bye.
