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They say you always lose your first love, you may never find it back, the bliss of marriage may guise it, but the truth is first love never leaves. It stays with you,
She walked slowly to him, leaving her companions behind, with a mild smile on her face. As she came nearer, Rishaav started noticing what he could not observe from far. She did look different now.
Ashmit, called me and told to me that that was his girlfriend, Monika. I was very surprised as he had never mentioned of any such friend earlier.
She didn’t miss a moment of it. She was staring deep into his eyes all this while. Deep, brown eyes, with dark brown cornea. Something she couldn’t do when he was looking at her.
She could only see her prince charming and when she found some words, she said a quiet yes and there a deafening applause, all around her and for a moment, she felt , that she was on top of the world!
Life can be like this I had never imagined off. I was a nerd whose world was confined only within books but all was changed when I met him . My life was changed and I got a new me whom I had lost somewhere in my childhood.
The interview was on, on that famous channel. “My first love – one sided.” he replied. And added, “And I’m sure, your first love would also be to your teacher only.”
She beautifully described her love for Sudhir in it. The magazine was published in America and the story appreciated all over the world .
My love. Real love. We loved each other immensely since childhood but circumstances. My eyes get wet. I can’t speak further. My voice is choked.
She accepted my love. I lived in a dream, wakeful and conscious but enslaved, incarcerated and totally immersed in her love.