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LIFE'S MELODY OF LOVE -Part 1
The Unexpected Meeting
It was a cool winter morning!The air was crisp, carrying the faint scent of jasmine and saltwater from the sea. The city buzzed with the holiday spirit, but for Raghu, a famous singer with a voice that made hearts swoon, the music world felt increasingly empty. He had everything—fame, money, and adoring fans—but something was missing.
On a New Year's Eve, after his final performance of the year, Raghu found himself at a quiet little café by the beach. The lights were dim, and the sound of distant waves matched the melancholy in his heart. He needed a break from the noise of his life, a place to recharge before the next stage of his career.
As he sat in the corner, sipping his coffee, his gaze wandered across the room, landing on a girl sitting alone. She was in a simple salwar kameez, her back straight, and her expression thoughtful as she wrote something in a diary. There was something about her serenity that captivated him. He had always been drawn to calmness, the stillness in people’s lives—perhaps because it was something he lacked in his own.
Raghu (murmuring to himself): "Who’s that?"
His curiosity piqued, he watched her for a while. There was no glamour in her presence, no need to be noticed. She was...
It was a cool winter morning!The air was crisp, carrying the faint scent of jasmine and saltwater from the sea. The city buzzed with the holiday spirit, but for Raghu, a famous singer with a voice that made hearts swoon, the music world felt increasingly empty. He had everything—fame, money, and adoring fans—but something was missing.
On a New Year's Eve, after his final performance of the year, Raghu found himself at a quiet little café by the beach. The lights were dim, and the sound of distant waves matched the melancholy in his heart. He needed a break from the noise of his life, a place to recharge before the next stage of his career.
As he sat in the corner, sipping his coffee, his gaze wandered across the room, landing on a girl sitting alone. She was in a simple salwar kameez, her back straight, and her expression thoughtful as she wrote something in a diary. There was something about her serenity that captivated him. He had always been drawn to calmness, the stillness in people’s lives—perhaps because it was something he lacked in his own.
Raghu (murmuring to himself): "Who’s that?"
His curiosity piqued, he watched her for a while. There was no glamour in her presence, no need to be noticed. She was...
