From @NidhiGarimaGoyal:
The candles, the pasta, the wine and she , nothing had succeeded in
stopping him from walking away. It was just a date’;She didn’t love him. But she had hoped that he could remedy her past. She wanted to be held, be cuddled, be loved for once.
But no! He too had proved that she was not for any man…and no one was for her, except her unhealed wounds and her gushing tears.
From @SamikshaAdukia:
To which, Rayaan exclaimed “Ah, sticks & stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me.” Aisha loves to hear that. That’s a man.
Friday night, she meets her bestie, excited to talk about her new-found love. They sit and she is still. She hears Rayaan’s voice from the table behind her. Soon, Sia, his ex, gets up and exasperates “Stop trying. It’s over.” Aisha turns back, looks at him; looks at them, flooding his eyes.
From @Shraddha_G:
She recollects how her in-laws blackballed her for killing their beloved son who had attempted to kill his baby “daughter” when asleep.
She remembers hunting for odd jobs that would help find shelter for her homeless kid.
“Don’t cry maa, I will buy a biiiiigggg house one day for us.” once said a 10 yr old girl then.
Tears of pride blurred her vision as she explored the newly bought row-house by her daughter today.
From @KartikIyer:
Demanding her rights, POOR girl said
From @crazyandhow:
Facccckkkkk. Scoundrel bastards. They deserve it. All of them; die biaatchhh die. Ugliness; Filth; I will wipe this out.
He rampages inside the high school red; hot in anger. Repression; Remorse; Racism; is coming out in its most bitter form.
Hatred in its purity. The darkness of human emotions.
Kim jong this time turns to his left towards the a group of 5 fellow students and aims the Stunner machine gun. The disturbed psychotic bullets tears their flesh to pieces; forever.
The candles, the pasta, the wine and she , nothing had succeeded in
stopping him from walking away. It was just a date’;She didn’t love him. But she had hoped that he could remedy her past. She wanted to be held, be cuddled, be loved for once.
But no! He too had proved that she was not for any man…and no one was for her, except her unhealed wounds and her gushing tears.
From @SamikshaAdukia:
To which, Rayaan exclaimed “Ah, sticks & stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me.” Aisha loves to hear that. That’s a man.
Friday night, she meets her bestie, excited to talk about her new-found love. They sit and she is still. She hears Rayaan’s voice from the table behind her. Soon, Sia, his ex, gets up and exasperates “Stop trying. It’s over.” Aisha turns back, looks at him; looks at them, flooding his eyes.
From @Shraddha_G:
She recollects how her in-laws blackballed her for killing their beloved son who had attempted to kill his baby “daughter” when asleep.
She remembers hunting for odd jobs that would help find shelter for her homeless kid.
“Don’t cry maa, I will buy a biiiiigggg house one day for us.” once said a 10 yr old girl then.
Tears of pride blurred her vision as she explored the newly bought row-house by her daughter today.
From @KartikIyer:
Demanding her rights, POOR girl said
‘pitaji, I don’t want to get married’
Just 19 I am, bold-bright,
I wish to excel, look what I drew.
On the canvas, was a phoenix,
With glittering gold aura
Brilliant sight, background blue,
Conveying beauty with power it flew.
In came a friend, with surety,
‘wow, this is worth 10lacs’,
Exhibition day, 23rd July,
‘Sold’ it was!
This is when her father couldn’t hold back his tears-of-joy!
From @crazyandhow:
Facccckkkkk. Scoundrel bastards. They deserve it. All of them; die biaatchhh die. Ugliness; Filth; I will wipe this out.
He rampages inside the high school red; hot in anger. Repression; Remorse; Racism; is coming out in its most bitter form.
Hatred in its purity. The darkness of human emotions.
Kim jong this time turns to his left towards the a group of 5 fellow students and aims the Stunner machine gun. The disturbed psychotic bullets tears their flesh to pieces; forever.
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