They were an unbreakable couple since school. Still, he cheated on her.
She loved him with all of her. Still, he broke her into millions of pieces.
She has no one except him. He has someone other than her.
She was tolerating bad behavior of his fami...
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The warmth of the embrace enveloped her, sending a rush of emotions cascading through her veins. Time seemed to stand still as they leaned into each other, lost in the intoxicating dance of longing and forbidden passion.
But just as the moment reached its crescendo, a shrill sound pierced the air, shattering the illusion like fragile glass. The alarm clock on the bedside table blared its relentless reminder, dragging Mishti back from the tantalizing fantasy into the stark reality of her empty room.
Mishti jolted awake, her heart pounding as if trying to break free from her chest. The remnants of the dream lingered, the sensation of soft lips against hers, unfamiliar yet strangely enticing.
She sat up, blinking rapidly, her fingers tracing absent-minded patterns on the cushion beside her. The dream replayed in her mind, each detail etched with startling clarity. The way his gaze held hers, the warmth of his touch—it felt real, too real for a mere figment of imagination.
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Mishti's fingers trembled as they brushed against her lips, a silent testament to the lingering sensation of the dream. "I dreamed about me and Ansh," she whispered to herself, disbelief coloring her voice. "No, no, I never...but this is..."
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