sid came back into his room flicked on d lights, dumping his bag on d couch he settled himself on his favourite beanbag … a place dat has perfectly moulded in his shape accompanying him in his loneliness.. he felt d layer of stress melting away.. sense of composure embraced him.. he no longer need to pretend what he wasn’t… he lived in a small segregated apartment.. d walls of d room were adorned with endless awards n precious trophies… best singer, best guitarist, student of the year, maestro, multi-talented, best rj n many more… d place which remained left…
Author: Sidhant
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Twinkle’s POV: —Now playing <3 "Janti nahi hu jisko, chahane lagi hu usko Ho gaya hai kya, jane mujhko ho gaya hai kya Har taraf hai rang uske, jaise mai hu sang uske Chhaaya hai nasha, bas usi ka chhaaya hai nasha" Sid!! How come I can relate to evry song u play.. I still remember d day precisely 8 June xactly 2 years back wen I was having a literally bad tym n I was shuffling thru d radio stations n as it’s my habit of listening to music n being alone while m sad.. I halted to ur…
“twinki !!!! betaa.. mahi ka fone h.. ” riddhima’s mom called her.. “mom!! frst of all..!! dn’t call me twinki .. it’s so outdated.! >_< call me tiii..!! n secondly tell her.. m studying now.. i’ll talk to her later.. " twinkle grimaced n again plugged in her headfones.. "haan.. i can c d way u r studying.. " her mom scowled at her.. "come on mummaa.. u r my loving mumma naa.. plz.. plz.. u knw.. 11 o’ clock i juz hate talking to ny1…" twinkle pouted impishly at her mom.. "ohk.. fine.. i’ll.. i’d wait for d day…