The room was dim, just the faint light from the bedside lamp spilling over her pale face. Rivan sat beside her, elbows on his knees, head low, staring at the floor. The faint hum of the ceiling fan was the only sound breaking the silence. His hands were still trembling ...not out of fear, but from the rage that hadn’t left his body yet.
She lay motionless, her breaths shallow, her lashes damp against her skin. A thin strand of hair rested across her cheek. He reached out, hesitated for a second, then gently brushed it aside. His touch was careful, almost as if he was afraid she’d break.
An ovethinking mind, unable to do what society wishes her to. I'm an multitalented girl, Learned everyhting expected from a typical Indian girl. Understood that we can't force our mind to do something which we are not interested so, now studying. Wasn't able to find peace of mind. Then it hit me. My love for reading. I'm a long time reader on scrolstck and wattpad and now finally decided to turn why 24/7 running mind into some good use and create something interesting and seriously I'm really calm from the day I've started writing. Just expect support and love from you guys and start my journey.🌷🌷
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