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Sometimes women love more.
"Duniya jab kismat se takrana seekhti,
Tab maine kismat ke saamne jukna seekha tha.
Shayad kismat mein unse ishq nahi lekin unka intezaar likha tha.,"
(When the world learnt on how to fi...
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*NISHTHA'S POV*:-
The crowd in the cafe was usual.
The come and go traffic that we experienced every day. The customers would come, order something, use free wifi and then leave after lounging around.
And why not ?
The café had the best view in the city. It was aesthetically pleasing and the perfect place for vintage or sunny mood shoots.
Sometimes, especially during the winter snows, even I would find myself get lost in the scenery around. It was pleasant, made my heart bloom in happiness. Perhaps, even the little one liked the view.
"Don't you ?," I whispered to myself amd the tiny life that had just started to show itself.
A tiny baby bump had marked it's presence.
My abs were gone, replaced was a thick layer or skin protecting my little life that grew inside.
And considering the way I was afraid to have this baby, to my surprise I didn't regret losing my toned body at all. If only, I felt more prettier.
Or was it the forelorn gaze of Ranvijay that made you realise it ?
And that too.
My heart sank at his thought and my fingers clutched the cup handle in a grip that could break necks.
Ranvijay Fu*king Rajput.
He was being consistent. Hell bent. 15 days since his arrival and a bouquet for all 15 days.
None had a flower.
He knew I disliked them, he replaced flowers with all the things that I mentioned to him in passing moments. Things which were symbolic, things I never expected anyone would ever remember for me. That pushed me to a though I always avoided.
No one ever has.
It was always me who remembered the details, even if it was the people I hated the most. I had memorised everyone's choices like ABC's, one could question me in my sleep and I would give the correct answer.
Was this what I provided to people ?
Something that felt so special, so auspicious to me and I gave it to people like it was a bare minimum.
And how was I treated there in return ?
Like a minimum of their life.
The non existent last digit of their mighty empire ?
