I'm eageywaiting for this day, birds are tickling from the window, sun is just trying to peep into my room, fresh Breeze touched my face and my hair flying to the breez. My boyfriend stepped into my room with bunch of big pink roses and a bottle of French shampaign shouting "happy birthday to my lovely Emely, welcome your 22nd year in life". Smiles flooded from my eyes and lips, gave him a hug and asked him to wait for some time so i can get ready in my pinkish long frock.

Our plan is to hit roads on the topless BMW to enjoy the country side and reach a hill top which has beach on one side and forest on the other. The hill top have the magnificent view that we can't take off our eyes from any side. Snow caped mountains on one side and a pleaset endless sea on other.
On the way I can't control my taste buds and opened the shampaign and started to satisfy my taste buds.
after few minutes......
some one started pulling my leg and I'm having unbearable pain, all my body weight is on my head, unable to realise whats happening exactly around me. Suddenly wokeup and realised in hanging from a clif upside down my leg got stuck to the backpack of my boyfriend. Where the hell I'm I'm screaming at my boyfriend to pull me up, but he is not responding. I'm confused what should I do now? Is he dead? 🥺. If so who will pull me up? Is my birthday going to be my death day?

To Be Continued....
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