Finding the princess

Mon, 08 Sep 2025 17:07:31 +0000

" Can I sit here? " A guy asked. His face had no emotion.

"Yes" I answered staring ahead into the nothingness. This place is like empty but with no ending.

"You are having a wrong approach. You should change your perspective. Sometimes it is not necessary to be something of your conscious. It could also form a shape of your emotion . All you have to do is give it a safe space within you to grow it . " He said. His words made sense.

He stared at the side of my face. Expecting me to reply maybe. I was not interested though.

"You are pretty. " He wisphered staring deep in my eyes.

I felt nothing . It was more like telling me something false that I am tired of listening.

Sirsha. An orphan with no last name Or maybe she had one

Tushar Mehra. Belongs to a middle class family.

We don't want a life. Also we don't want we want a death without life.
He lived till he felt himself dying a piece by piece
She died even before she could feel how to live even a piece of life

A story of love. No. A story of the destiny creating more thrills in people's lives