His fruity voice was enticing like his way ; of luring her to whichever direction.
She never had had any idea of his next move; from spring to Autumn, it went in a blink of eye.
The heart that once conceived the fire of immense love became an unbreakable ice-rock.
No matter how blazing and fiery the fire once had been, it could no longer melt the frostiness.
The single way to break that brittle crystalline solid that encrusted her heart was the warmth of his baritone voice, that had always proved to be no less than the hammer breaking it all in just one stroke.
Haan.. Ab unki ho gayi.. Dil me to ho tum.. hamesha rahoge..jab tak hun .. Tumhari ho sakti thi.. Hamesha ke liye.. Khair chalo ab kya sochna ye.. Par tumhara is tarah ki batein.. mil nahi sakti .. sath khadi nahi ho sakti..gussa dilata hai..dil dukhaata hai mera.. Ki jab khade hona tha tab kahan the.. tab ho jate sath khade ek baar himmat karke.. Aur nahi, to ab chalo theek hai sab manjoor.. par aise to mat blame kiya karo har baat pe mujhe.. Meri kya galti hai.. Sirf ye shayad ki khud se jada pyar kiya tumse.. Tumse to bht bht jada kiya.. Utna kabhi nahi hoga tumhe
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