Abhisha ff : Seven Colors of Our Love

.1-little Afsa

She stared at herself in the mirror while fixing her earring, and realized that she was definitely a carbon copy of her late mumma. From straight brown hair to her expressive brown eyes, long curly eyelashes, pastel white skin, down to her little and slender built everything was inherited from her mother. While her intense belief in kindness, purity, and strength, like her name MANISHA, was from papa

Beep..Beep..Beep

"Ashika", the caller's name displayed on the screen of her phone brought her back to the present.

Manisha attended the call but before she could say anything she heard the shriek of angry Ashika.

"I can't believe that Rani, you are late even for the award function, behen Tu Kya hai!! I swear if you didn't reach there in 30 minutes dekh Mai tera Kya Haal Karti hu." The angry Ashika completed her sentence.

"Aray my drama queen I'm so sorry, don't be angry I'll be there in 30 minutes", Manisha replied with a smile on her.

Ashika is her childhood friend. From sharing lunches in school to facing every thick and thin in life together both have been a pillar of strength for each other.

She glanced one last time towards herself in the mirror, straightened her red wine color silk grown and went out of her room, and marched downstairs.

Papa was waiting for her downstairs. As soon as his eyes fell on his Lovely he kissed his daughter on the forehead and whispered "Beautiful".

"Ready to go?", papa asked. To which she nodded with a smile.

The whole 20-minute journey completed in a blur, which was mainly passed by Mani being telling and her baba kept listening and smiling over her cute antics.

Manisha reached the venue. She met ashika. She also received an award in the entertainment category.

After that she was talking and giggling with her other friends when suddenly she heard the cry of a child which was getting louder and louder.

She looked around and saw an elegant lady of her parents'age trying to soothe the baby which was not working, clearly. She went towards the lady, politely asked for permission, and took the baby from her.

After a few seconds the baby stopped crying and looked at Manisha with wide eyes, blinking innocently. That was the moment when she looked at the baby and realized that the baby is a girl. A smile crept on her face and she started talking with a baby in a baby voice to which the baby giggled.

The lady asked her about her name and the conversation started. After some time she came to know that the name of the baby is Afsa and her mother died while delivering her and the lady was her paternal grandmother.

A pinch of sorrow crept in her heart, she looked at the baby Afsa with tears-filled eyes and realized she was the same as her.

The wedding ended and she went back to her home.

After refreshing she laid down on her bed while her mind was still consumed by the thought of her life and Afsa.

Her mother died while she was a toddler. Papa has always loved her as a mother and a father, most of the time more than his capabilities but sometimes after looking at her friend's mother, she used to feel a void, A VAST VOID! with these thoughts she drifted into sleep unknowingly.

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Hi,,, the very first chapter of this book.
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