Shaurya's pov
Sometimes even words aren't sufficient to tell or express what we feel.
Sometimes it's just our heart that knows our strories...stories that is sometimes not meant to be heard by others...but only by us.
Because these stories contains a certain type of pain, happiness and hireath. For me..it was her..my hireath. A girl that I had met by fate that day in that cafe and in that very moment. When the sky was cloudy and dark; when the cafe smelled like fresh brews and cinnamon. There she sat with a book and awaiting look as her beautiful eyes were glancing between her book and the door.
Whereas I stood by the order counter, with my breath taken away by her innocent gaze when she locked her eyes with mine but in the very moment she looked in her book again.
i don't know why but I was jealous by that book.
"Sir?" The person behind the counter asked.
"Urrmm— suddenly my phone dinged with a notification.
"Excuse me!" I excused myself and picked up the incoming call.
"Yes!" As soon as I answered the call my gaze automatically travelled to her and saw her hugging a guy almost her age. She looked happy, her eyes sparkled when she saw him. I felt my heartache a little.
'What the hell is wrong with me?!' I thought to myself.
I immediately walked off from there.
5 years later....
To be continued...
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Still Standing
Short StoryThey say if you meet someone once..it's an incident..If you meet someone twice..it's a coincidence; but if you meet someone more than twice then it's destiny. Five years ago when Shaurya saw her..he couldn't look away and she stayed in his heart an...
