“Yes she loves me”. Sameer couldn’t believe it was real. Shikha had finally confessed her love for him.
And here they were on their first date. Giving them company was “Hamara Bajaj” and a soft drizzle.
Shikha, sitting on the back seat of the scooter, had accelerated her dream engine and was already time travelling to “lived happily ever after” tomorrows.
She saw the rear glass, and caught Sameer’s eyes. That look and the endearing smile told a million tales.
Vrroommm… came the crash and she was robbed of everything, but the shadow of his smile, to haunt her forever.
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