Sagufta Najene, expertly skilled in cardiology. An iris smelled of ashes and unrequited emotions, who never believed the term "Love" after that incident . She was like the knife's edge, venomous but harmless. A poet who never could be a poem once, with a thousand skeletons of butterflies within. But was filled with wild desire to know about life by- Him, his best friend. Piyush Rathore, a neurosurgeon by profession. A daisy, with velvet in heart for her but made up of dark woods. A poet to her, as metaphor. He was so in the quest that he had no idea, if he was in love with her or he wanted to be her. Will His feelings be reciprocated , or like her's remain unrequited? Will he be able to open Sun in her heart again or a sudden unanticipated shift, will ruin him as a pleasure? ✉️ "You look at her as if she is the life of you." "Nah, She is the death of me." "I...I can't fall..I can't" "It's ok, let me be the fall to your winter."
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