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तुम पे नाराज़ होना न होना बस में नहीं हमारे, लेकिन तुम पे नाराज़ रहना हमारे बस में जरूर है ।। नाराज़ हो जाते हैं जब भी हम तुम पे, होते उस पल में ही हैं पर नाराज़ रहेंगे हम तुम पे, यह गलत फैमी दिल में ना कभी तुम पैदा करना ।। तुम पे नाराज़ होना न होना बस में नहीं हमारे, लेकिन तुम पे नाराज़ रहना हमारे बस में जरूर है ।। नाराज़ हो जाते हैं जब भी हम तुम पे, होते उस पल में ही हैं पर नाराज़ रहेंगे हम तुम पे,

तुम पे नाराज़ होना न होना बस में नहीं हमारे, लेकिन तुम पे नाराज़ रहना हमारे बस में जरूर है ।। नाराज़ हो जाते हैं जब भी हम तुम पे, होते उस पल में ही हैं पर नाराज़ रहेंगे हम तुम पे, यह गलत फैमी दिल में ना कभी तुम पैदा करना ।। तुम पे नाराज़ होना न होना बस में नहीं हमारे, लेकिन तुम पे नाराज़ रहना हमारे बस में जरूर है ।। नाराज़ हो जाते हैं जब भी हम तुम पे, होते उस पल में ही हैं पर नाराज़ रहेंगे हम तुम पे,

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Distracted at times, destroyed from within, yet Seeking solace from strangers, leaving unfinished stories behind disguised, concealed along with the passage of time. . . Distracted at times, destroyed from within, yet we keep moving through the overlapped shades of life, painting ourselves better. Seeking solace from strangers, leaving unfinished stories behind

Distracted at times, destroyed from within, yet Seeking solace from strangers, leaving unfinished stories behind disguised, concealed along with the passage of time. . . Distracted at times, destroyed from within, yet we keep moving through the overlapped shades of life, painting ourselves better. Seeking solace from strangers, leaving unfinished stories behind

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¶¶ THE UNWANTED GUEST ¶¶ "What are you doing in my house?", I screamed. "Ssshhhh..just one night! Don't you invite the toads out from the streets.", she silenced me with her seducing tone. "But..but what is happening over here? You in my house during such late night...", I fumbled while I asked her. "Where's the washroom? I need to change. Can't you see I'm all wet.", she replied casually closing the knob of the door and walked inside. "I've no idea of what's happening right now. I can't believe my eyes. Is that blood on your jeans?", I sensed something fishy. //CAPTIONED// "STORY-6" ¶¶ THE UNWANTED GUEST ¶¶ "What are you doing in my house?", I screamed. "Ssshhhh..just one night! Don't you invite the toads out from the streets.", she silenced me with a seducing tone.

¶¶ THE UNWANTED GUEST ¶¶ "What are you doing in my house?", I screamed. "Ssshhhh..just one night! Don't you invite the toads out from the streets.", she silenced me with her seducing tone. "But..but what is happening over here? You in my house during such late night...", I fumbled while I asked her. "Where's the washroom? I need to change. Can't you see I'm all wet.", she replied casually closing the knob of the door and walked inside. "I've no idea of what's happening right now. I can't believe my eyes. Is that blood on your jeans?", I sensed something fishy. //CAPTIONED// "STORY-6" ¶¶ THE UNWANTED GUEST ¶¶ "What are you doing in my house?", I screamed. "Ssshhhh..just one night! Don't you invite the toads out from the streets.", she silenced me with a seducing tone.

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I yelled at Priyanka grasping on to her left hand reflecting my possessiveness. She tried to push me hard so as to get off my grip. "I don't want to see your face ever again in my life too.", she replied in frustration. It was perhaps a quarter to noon that humid day of mid june. The time seemed to had slowed down as each minute felt like an extra thirty seconds. . . "STORY-5" //AN END TO A BEGINNING// "If you walk out of that door right now, I don't want to see your face again." I yelled at Priyanka grasping on to her left hand reflecting my possessiveness. She tried to push me hard so as to get off my grip. "I don't want to see your face ever again in my life too.", she replied in frustration. It was perhaps a quarter to noon that humid day of mid june. The time seemed to had slowed down as each minute felt like an extra thirty seconds. Few hours back be

I yelled at Priyanka grasping on to her left hand reflecting my possessiveness. She tried to push me hard so as to get off my grip. "I don't want to see your face ever again in my life too.", she replied in frustration. It was perhaps a quarter to noon that humid day of mid june. The time seemed to had slowed down as each minute felt like an extra thirty seconds. . . "STORY-5" //AN END TO A BEGINNING// "If you walk out of that door right now, I don't want to see your face again." I yelled at Priyanka grasping on to her left hand reflecting my possessiveness. She tried to push me hard so as to get off my grip. "I don't want to see your face ever again in my life too.", she replied in frustration. It was perhaps a quarter to noon that humid day of mid june. The time seemed to had slowed down as each minute felt like an extra thirty seconds. Few hours back be

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Srusthi replied me with her heavy eyes when I asked her to leave for the final time. She tried to smile but there wasn't that old natural stretch of lips on her beautiful face. I admired her patience and strength everytime but unlike yesterday when I found her broken, more than I was. She was disappointed with the destiny, in tears as we stepped out of the room and locked it for the final time handing over the keys to the house owner. . . //UNLOCK OUR JOURNEY IN THE CAPTION// "STORY-4" //A FRESH START// "I'm going to miss this place. Do we have to leave?" Srusthi replied me with her heavy eyes when I asked her to leave for the final time. She tried to smile but there wasn't that old natural stretch of lips on her beautiful face. I admired her patience and strength everytime but unlike yesterday when I found her broken, more than I was. She was disappointed with the destiny, in tears as we stepped out of the room and locked it for the final time handing over the keys

Srusthi replied me with her heavy eyes when I asked her to leave for the final time. She tried to smile but there wasn't that old natural stretch of lips on her beautiful face. I admired her patience and strength everytime but unlike yesterday when I found her broken, more than I was. She was disappointed with the destiny, in tears as we stepped out of the room and locked it for the final time handing over the keys to the house owner. . . //UNLOCK OUR JOURNEY IN THE CAPTION// "STORY-4" //A FRESH START// "I'm going to miss this place. Do we have to leave?" Srusthi replied me with her heavy eyes when I asked her to leave for the final time. She tried to smile but there wasn't that old natural stretch of lips on her beautiful face. I admired her patience and strength everytime but unlike yesterday when I found her broken, more than I was. She was disappointed with the destiny, in tears as we stepped out of the room and locked it for the final time handing over the keys

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She had learnt well to live in the present and I was lost in our past memories, painfully stuck. "STORY 1" She was happy. I was not. She had learnt well to live in the present and I was lost in our past memories, painfully stuck.

She had learnt well to live in the present and I was lost in our past memories, painfully stuck. "STORY 1" She was happy. I was not. She had learnt well to live in the present and I was lost in our past memories, painfully stuck.