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Heart! We will forget him!
You and I ― tonight!
You may forget the warmth he gave ―
I will forget the light!
When you have done, pray tell me
That I may straight begin!
Haste! lest while you’re lagging
I remember him!
―Emily Dickinson
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Can a kiss change your life?
At sixteen, Swara, like any girl her age, finds her life revolving around school, boys and endless hours of fun with her best friend.
But one day, all that changes.
What starts as an innocent crush explodes into something far beyond her control.
Eighteen years later, she finds herself in a dilemma. Urged by a twist of events, a wish list is born. But can a wish list help her piece back her life together?
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~PROLOGUE~
The conversation of Ragini has reminded me, with startling intensity, of the person I used to be―a person with hopes, ambitions and a desire to live life to the brim. I was just like Ragini―bubbly, enthusiastic and positive.
I think about Sanskar. I think about that kiss. I have replayed everything that happened on that day at least a million times in my mind through all these years. I loved him with all the purity and innocence of a sixteen-year-old heart. I was certain at that time that he loved me too. I wonder what I will feel if I were to ever meet him again.
It is ironic how the years change you and yet you remain the same. Even if you are married, become a parent, deep down you are still the person you were before you became all of that.
Later, as I cook the afternoon meal, Sanskar dances around in my head. He refuses to go way when I serve my mother-in-law her meal and make inane conversation with her. He is still with me when I greet Abhay, back from school, and remains there when I help him with homework. And later that night when my husband, after his usual round of television viewing, comes to bed and squeezes my br*asts and has s*x with me, he is still there.
I lie awake a long time that night, the darkness of my bedroom punctuated by Sandeep’s rhythmic post-coital snoring.
I realize with a jolt that Sanskar had never really left. He has been in my head all along.
And now that the possibility of reconnecting with him has been presented to me on a platter, it makes me intensely restless. It is as though someone has poured a can of gasoline to the already blazing fire and turmoil within my heart.
Somewhere at the back of my mind, warning bells are clanging, but their sounds are very feeble, almost muffled.
The voice of my heart is too darn loud.
When you cannot get someone out of your head for eighteen years, it has to be true love.
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A/N
Hey guys! I hope you all are doing fine. My first try writing something. I hope I didn’t mess this one up :p
This story is going to be a bit bold so please don’t hesitate to point out if you feel uncomfortable.
And also comment and encourage me to write more and better!
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Wait for the next update to know more about the plot. See ya!
Sibani xxx