She always hated when he checked her phone.

Reasons were figured out, when delivery boy arrived with her wishlisted piano instead of ordered GMAT practice paper.

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1:00 AM, LAST YEAR

She panicked when a stranger walked into the elevator. Concerned about her own safety, she pressed every numbered switch infront of her. He smiled at her stupidity.

True personalities were unfolded with every passing floor and her sorry heart started to fall for an unknown genuine soul.

1:00 AM, TODAY

They both smile gleefully with coffee in one hand and their wedding photographs in another.

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FLIPKART:
"Your order for a wooden
baby cradle has been
successfully placed."

9 months later

OLX:
"A cradle for sale.
Wooden.
Never used."

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"I am going to count, Dad. If there aren't exactly 100 chocolates, you have to go fishing with me."

"I hate fishing, baby. And I knew you would ask for that."

"It's 99. Go pack your fishing bag!", She exclaimed.

"Okay.", he sighed.

One hidden chocolate blinked inside his pocket .

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I wrote you a love letter to explain how I felt about us—folded it neatly into a paper plane and threw it off a cliff.
Cause we were two shooting stars that had burned too brightly, leaving behind a trail of sparkling nothingness.

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Zindagi mei sab mila...
Par teri ek kami jo abhi miti hi nahi,
Juda toh kbke ho gye thy dil💔,
Magar saanse ab bhi tere hi naam ki chal rahi hai,
Tere chehre ki wo hansi aaj bhi yaad krke khush kr jati hai.
Iss zindagi ka bharosa nahi kab saath chod de,
Par teri yaad hamesha mere saath rahegi,
Mere marne ke baad jb log mujhe kafan udha de toh bas,
Ek baar uss kafan ko uttha ke zara sa muskura dena,
Teri wo pyaari si muskurahat ko upar se dekh mujhe khushi hogi,
Bas tere samne uss kafan mei lete hue tere saath bitaye har pal ko yaad kr raha hunga ki....
Kaise tu baat-baat par mujhe smjhati thi?
Kaise mera mood off hone par bin bataye jaan jati thi?
Kaise mere yaad karne par tu turant aa jati thi?....
Aur mere yeh sab sochne par mujhe zor se gale laga kr aakhiri vidai de dena.. 😊

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उसे अपने दिल की बात बताने का रियाज़ रोज़ करता था वो।
पर उसके सामने आते ही वो शब्द उसके हलक में अटकना तो दूर...हलक तक आ ही न पाते थे।
इसलिए वो सारे राज़..वो सभी अल्फ़ाज़ उसने अपनी कविताओं में दफना दिए।
अब लोग उन्हें पढ़ते हैं तो सोचते हैं कि वो बेइंतहा खुशनसीब होगी जिससे वो इस कदर मोहब्बत करता था। पर उन लोगों को कौन समझाए कि वो लड़की तो अक्सर उदास रहती थी और सोचती थी कि उससे कोई प्यार नहीं करता..काश की उसे कोई बता देता की किसी के सपनों की रानी है वो। काश की उनका इश्क़ भी मुकम्मल होता। काश कि इन लोगों को पता होता कि ये शायरी,कहानियाँ और कविताएं लिखना अक्सर दिल टूटने के बाद ही शुरू करते हैं लोग।। ♥ 💘💙

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Dark stories are not for you to tell,
but for one to read Knock knock on your door, you dare not to open but you might admit that you are compelled.

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मेरी कहानी
और
तुम्हारा किरदार...

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I am a dream,
The silent offspring of,
An aching heart.

Against the winds,
Of nostalgia,
I flutter.

Above lands of,
Gloomy stories,
I fly, merry.

With wings of desire,
I soar higher and,
Higher.

And sail away,
Until I fade
Into Reality.

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