Author: Dishathakur

Moving towards the voice,Riddhima slowly looked outside of window,only to find him hiding against the railing wall,their laughs ,their whispers in the mid night..She lowered her eyes,to just escape the fog and darkest of night,the fact that she is spying him,was stabbing her from inside. Should I keep on moving with the viel of lies,how long will I stay hidden in this web?He says he loves me,why dont he himself recognize,? 2 years later- Turning to just find herself against his muscular chest,she adorable looked up at him,and then the clouds of her past ,when she had been spying on…

Slowly moving himself to the dim sunlight To make the words of letter visible enough to be read He was having unbearable pain due to the gunshots he had taken on his chest But to fill the ever boring white of hospital room,was the colorful letters of his soul…. Riddhima,his wife. Unaware that her soldier husband had done so courageous fight, she had written a letter full of her … Stay quiet,I dont want to hear anything, 2months When you were here you had written  lot of shayari I was thinking to give you best lover medal And see 2months…

Vansh’s POV Slowly scrolling through the letters Letters which remind me of my existence What I was,what I am Everything just revolves around these letters We were not rich by then But we had the richness of love And here comes the first,,, Dear Vansh bhai….. Ishani and Sia,both used to write a common letter,but it was like every line, I could clearly differentiate when which princess of mine is speaking, Angre,his letters were no less than official declarations, Dadi… She was always complaining of her old age issues,and that I should reach early. But the letters which make my…

Vansh’s POV : Trying to hold on the sunshine,in my hands,I was learning the somethings are not meant to be ..forever there. So I just opened the old shelf,took out some books,that I remember,mom told is ancestral pride of our house,as they were given to my grandparents,from great authors or poets,or I dont know. I never thought to given evening,which was normally filled of  rustle for me to finish the pending files ,today everything was silent. Scrolling through the pages,when it was number 54,It reminded me of you. The way it was mentioned, Speech is not always needed to learn,the…