Downpour.

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Much like her heart,the forecast read- ‘ Chances of precipitation’ ; fifty per cent. Either way, it was bound to pour. She was young and helpless, at least that’s what she felt. Ah! Poor girl… Her life revolved around one person, the one person who had the power to crush her very core. ‘Silly,silly girl ’ she muttered to herself. All that ever circulated her head these nights were his thoughts, his memories, his actions, his words… HIM.

She wore her heart on her sleeve till he came along and abducted it. She willingly surrendered; not wanting to leave his prison of paradise. But he did let go… Not only her but also his life; deplorable as it was, she couldn’t await his return for his departure was sealed. And finally, it poured

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