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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐮𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧'𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐮𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭�...

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐬
𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐮𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧'𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐚
𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐮𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞
𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤❤️

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐮𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧'𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐮𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭�...

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ISHA'S POV

AFTER 3 MONTHS

They say, time heals all your wounds. It actually does, but the scars always remains.

The memories keeps replaying in my mind every now and then of me and yuvaan's last encounter at the hospital.

I hope wherever he is, he'll stay happy. He loves me, but you cannot force someone to love you, Isn't it?

I always considered him as my best friend, my saviour, my crime partner. But love, I never looked at him in that way. I appreciate his efforts but still, I can't force myself to love him.

Love is something that is felt by your heart, soul. It is a fatal feeling of a mere delusion that sinks. I don't know much about it, as I had never fallen in love with someone.

But it's not like I didn't wanted to, it's about I didn't find anyone of my type. But, honestly saying, the way I feel after seeing, Rann, is something that I can't put in words.

In these three months, he never left my side. Instead of letting me endure all the pain by myself, he chose to stay by my side enduring all the pain with me.

He used to stay awake the whole night caressing my hair to provide me relief. And whenever I used to woke up having a nightmare, I always found him beside me caressing my back.

But there is one thing he doesn't knows and that's he didn't have to do something specific to provide me warmth. His mere presence was enough for me to take a sigh of relief.

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