"You don't want to be a politician?"
"No.."
"Why?"
"Because politician's job is to change the world, and why would I want to change that world in which I have no interest."
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Story of a writer who was forced in politics and a single mo...
Everything is always unpredictable. Sometimes you are ecstatic without any reason and sometimes you are apathetic without any reason.
Here Suhaana was getting ready to attend the wedding of Kabir and Akshitha. She didn't know what did happen to her mindset of 'not giving a flying fuck to anything' and how she ended in front of mirror to get ready.
She wore a black chiffon saree with a Pearl choker around her throat, white bangles only on her left hand and a thin silver chain watch on her right hand.
Before her marriage with Kabir she used to admire herself while getting ready but after getting married and divorced that habit of hers had left her completely.
She always wanted to relate to the poems of falling in love, to the poems of being in love and being loved back and not to the ones longing for it. But destiny had other plans.
When she was done she woke her daughter up and made her wear a green floral print ruffled onesie. She was looking like an angel just how Suhaana loved to call her. People called her angel so often that sometimes she used to forget her own daughter's real name.
She picked her up, locked the house and called her father to inform that she was leaving. Her father left early and was out of town because of some work.
After a drive of an hour Suhaana and Anya, her angel were finally at the wedding lounge. She could see the extravagance was dripping over the every single thing that her mind could point but she denied to pay attention.
Her main motive was to come, to eat, to enjoy and to show that she had moved on.
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"There are things that should be cherished." The man with Amber eyes said.
"Like what?" Naive woman asked while looking in the chocolate pools of her lover.
"Like me, like you, like us, like our bond." He replied with a virtuous smile.
Rishi was lost in memories of him and Divya. He was sitting on the floor with the letters he wrote but never posted, the letters he received but never sent a reply, the letters he promised to write but never wrote and at last the letter which was sent by Divya that she wrote before her operation.
Rishi loved to write, loved to create characters, loved to mould the story as per his wish. As Rishi grew up he realised he wasn't the main character in anyone's story, he wasn't the main character in his own story. He was just a side character, side character of his own life.
His father stopped talking to him after the last incident when he fell unconscious. Rishi was somewhat relieved. He was assuring himself to read the letter but was failing miserably. His hands were shaking and as he was about to open it his phone started ringing.
"Hello" he received the call.
"Bhaiya, the video is removed from everywhere. We threatened the news channel to not to pull such kind of stunt again, and the name of the person who captured the video is Suhaana Gaur."
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A/N:-
I am trying to evolve my way of writing and I hope you enjoy it. 😁
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