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Avantika (A Detailed Character Description)
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Avantika had flawless coffee brown skin which was darker than an iced vanilla latte but lighter than a perfect mocha. Her skin appeared to be soft, but from within it was becoming rougher each day. She had a somewhat of an oval face which wasn’t exactly covered in freckles, but had enough of then to know they were there. She had beautiful whisky brown dove eyes which longed to see the world, which she had only read about. She had a set on thin eye brows with full lips. The lips were bitten on the side, telling that she bit them when she was anxious. Her lips showed a broad smile but her eyes didn’t tell the same story. But again there weren’t many in her life to notice that something was missing.
Her hair were naturally ash brown. Avantika’s hair told their own story, they were thick and wavy. Her hair fell right above her shoulders but were layered to give an illusion of short hair when tied back. But if you knew her you would know she always ties them back, as she no longer wants them to be seen, like she once did.
Avantika was tall and skinny but not in a way that you could call her bony. Her physique was healthy but you couldn’t call her curvaceous. She had a tiny waist, big hips and long legs. In a way forming an “Hourglass figure”, but according to her you couldn’t call it to be perfect. However, anyone who passed by would always want a body just like hers and she would want to be in an other body but her . When she began covering herself up with baggy clothes, the chatter about her life grew louder and she began to disappear from the public eye like a seagull does in the winter.
Like her name, she was the first flower to blossom in her family but suddenly becoming the first to wither too. It was once said that the prettiest flowers are the first to be plucked from the garden and now she knew what the little flower felt. How a happy growing bud, was slowly dying due to the drastic change of events. Her mind was empty but her heart was heavy with all the sorrow she was carrying. She felt like a lifeless soul just existing. A tortured, a truly wrecked soul.
By @kkmultani
#Story #Poetry #Descriptive #Multanipage #Pain #Love #Grief #Family #Friends
© Multani
Avantika had flawless coffee brown skin which was darker than an iced vanilla latte but lighter than a perfect mocha. Her skin appeared to be soft, but from within it was becoming rougher each day. She had a somewhat of an oval face which wasn’t exactly covered in freckles, but had enough of then to know they were there. She had beautiful whisky brown dove eyes which longed to see the world, which she had only read about. She had a set on thin eye brows with full lips. The lips were bitten on the side, telling that she bit them when she was anxious. Her lips showed a broad smile but her eyes didn’t tell the same story. But again there weren’t many in her life to notice that something was missing.
Her hair were naturally ash brown. Avantika’s hair told their own story, they were thick and wavy. Her hair fell right above her shoulders but were layered to give an illusion of short hair when tied back. But if you knew her you would know she always ties them back, as she no longer wants them to be seen, like she once did.
Avantika was tall and skinny but not in a way that you could call her bony. Her physique was healthy but you couldn’t call her curvaceous. She had a tiny waist, big hips and long legs. In a way forming an “Hourglass figure”, but according to her you couldn’t call it to be perfect. However, anyone who passed by would always want a body just like hers and she would want to be in an other body but her . When she began covering herself up with baggy clothes, the chatter about her life grew louder and she began to disappear from the public eye like a seagull does in the winter.
Like her name, she was the first flower to blossom in her family but suddenly becoming the first to wither too. It was once said that the prettiest flowers are the first to be plucked from the garden and now she knew what the little flower felt. How a happy growing bud, was slowly dying due to the drastic change of events. Her mind was empty but her heart was heavy with all the sorrow she was carrying. She felt like a lifeless soul just existing. A tortured, a truly wrecked soul.
By @kkmultani
#Story #Poetry #Descriptive #Multanipage #Pain #Love #Grief #Family #Friends
© Multani
