❝ Ishq saccha wahi
Jisko milti nahi manzilein ❞ - Humari Adhuri Kahani
It is the mid 50's, the time when Anahita Devi was a regular teen. At first, she was soft-spoken and an ideal child to her parents. Then her life takes a drastic turn opening her...
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❝Aaoge jab tum saajna
Angana phool khilege
Barsega saawanJhoom jhoom ke
Do dil aise milenge❞
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Anahita glided through the dark hallway of her Haveli, with her floor-length red sequin skirt dragging along the marble flooring. Her anklets made a soft tinkling sound, and occasionally her bangles clinked, as she swiftly moved her hand to tug behind the loose strands from her braid.
Carefully, lifting the long skirt a little and handling the brass candle holder, she climbed the stairs to the terrace. The candlelight flickered, threatening to die off as she stepped into the cool and breezy terrace. This time of the month, nights in Rajasthan were very much pleasant. Anahita drew in a breath, watching the back of a man.
The candle finally blew off.
She blinked, walking slowly towards him. He turned, greeting her with his charming grin. Under the starry night and shining full moon, his face was clearly visible. As Anahita approached him, the smile grew clearer. The dimples on his cheek, had her breath stuck in her chest once again.
"You are here, finally. I have been waiting for so long." He commented. Anahita lowered her head but kept walking toward him.
