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The Untold story
Some stories are locked,
locked in the sense there is no better option then to break it rather loosing it or to read it and feel pain in it.
The story of Ayana and Asaf
They were two lovely but opposite sites just like two wings of butterfly but not a matured butterfly,a caterpillar, no a worm 🐛 or a snake.
what can be more dangerous than being killed emotionally by your love and physically by your partner.
It was 9 am and the road was clear , no sounds, no horns, no lights and a old women was selling coffee by the road side , Bermunda was the stoppage and Ritik was the passanger, he was a 25 years young fellow who was wandering for a small rental from Bermunda to Ooty , winter ❄️ season has it's impacts , the ice was visible but road was not, he put on his jackets and scarfs and took his bags for the trip, he found a small house where he could rest for that night , he reached near the old women to get help and she helped him without any cost, took him to her house and delightfully welcomed him. She was old, skinned and tired but never stopped cooking ,as if she is overjoyed by her passion. The young fellow took snacks from his bags and started eating but the old lady stopped and offered snacks that she had at home, she took a small piece of paper and offered him to clean his dusty hands , but Ritik denied,...
locked in the sense there is no better option then to break it rather loosing it or to read it and feel pain in it.
The story of Ayana and Asaf
They were two lovely but opposite sites just like two wings of butterfly but not a matured butterfly,a caterpillar, no a worm 🐛 or a snake.
what can be more dangerous than being killed emotionally by your love and physically by your partner.
It was 9 am and the road was clear , no sounds, no horns, no lights and a old women was selling coffee by the road side , Bermunda was the stoppage and Ritik was the passanger, he was a 25 years young fellow who was wandering for a small rental from Bermunda to Ooty , winter ❄️ season has it's impacts , the ice was visible but road was not, he put on his jackets and scarfs and took his bags for the trip, he found a small house where he could rest for that night , he reached near the old women to get help and she helped him without any cost, took him to her house and delightfully welcomed him. She was old, skinned and tired but never stopped cooking ,as if she is overjoyed by her passion. The young fellow took snacks from his bags and started eating but the old lady stopped and offered snacks that she had at home, she took a small piece of paper and offered him to clean his dusty hands , but Ritik denied,...
