Destined to be yours

Destined to be yours

anushka arora

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prologue  She turned towards him. With a seductive look on her face.  She came close to him. Wrapped her arms around him.  He hugged her with all his myth. He felt like he got his world in her.  " you know what, once in these streets we crossed each other's path, and now in these vary streets it's gonna end," she said with a blank look.  " I love you, Ishani!  " Mujhse Pyaar tum Karte Ho par tumhari Zindagi ki zaroorat main banugi,  Tumhe pata bhi nhi chalega kab tumhare dil, jaan mei sirf Mera naam hoga'  she thought in her mind (you love me, and I'll become the need of your life, you would not even know when I'll become your heart, life... You'll only have my name in your heart)  " you love me? " she asked.  He nodded with a smile  " then jump from here or I will," she said with seriousness in her words.    Second scene  " you thought I love you," she said with a laugh.  " with an idiot like you... Babe, sorry but better luck next time " she said waving her hand in the air.  Suddenly she collapsed with a hard chest.  He looked into her eyes .he eyes show hurt and betrayal. " if you didn't want me... If you never loved... Then why? " he said with hurt in his words.  His arms wrapped around her in a painful manner.  " if was all just. A daring    babe... Just a dare " she said in a chocked voice. She had a hard time dealing with her feelings.  He left her and went away. Suddenly she lost her balance and collapsed on the floor.  "  I love you Vansh," she said to herself and out loud. 

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prologue

She turned towards him. With a seductive look on her face.

She came close to him. Wrapped her arms around him.

He hugged her with all his myth. He felt like he got his world in her.

" you know what, once in these streets we crossed each other's path, and now in these vary streets it's gonna end," she said with a blank look.

" I love you, Ishani! "

Mujhse Pyaar tum Karte Ho par tumhari Zindagi ki zaroorat main banugi, Tumhe pata bhi nhi chalega kab tumhare dil, jaan mei sirf Mera naam hoga' she thought in her mind (you love me, and I'll become the need of your life, you would not even know when I'll become your heart, life... You'll only have my name in your heart)

" you love me? " she asked.

He nodded with a smile

" then jump from here or I will," she said with seriousness in her words.

Second scene

" you thought I love you," she said with a laugh.

" with an idiot like you... Babe, sorry but better luck next time " she said waving her hand in the air.

Suddenly she collapsed with a hard chest.

He looked into her eyes .he eyes show hurt and betrayal.

" if you didn't want me... If you never loved... Then why? " he said with hurt in his words.

His arms wrapped around her in a painful manner.

" if was all just. A daring

babe... Just a dare " she said in a chocked voice. She had a hard time dealing with her feelings.

He left her and went away.

Suddenly she lost her balance and collapsed on the floor.

" I love you Vansh," she said to herself and out loud.

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