( My First Love Story ❤️ under observation my first loves and i pantip ) : This love story is about the love of a neighbor. Tried to weave this love story in the best way through words. The title of this "love story" is "My First Love". This love story is written by "Pooja Gupta". Hope you like this 'love story'. It's an old thing,
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| My First Love Story ❤️ under observation my first loves and i pantip |
But I want to tell you
This is my story and maybe yours too....! Saw him for the first time, in his balcony
wet hair, white kurta, red salwar
Giving water to the rose, she was my rose.
There was a distance of two houses between us.
But it seemed that she was in front of me every moment.
I often knocked on the door of his house,
Sometimes to ask for sugar, tea leaves, salt.
Then I thought that next time I will speak my heart,
Gathered courage and did sit-ups,
Kudos to those friends who got the rehearsals done.
That day was Sunday, reached in front of her house with full preparation "Khat Khat Khat" smiling a little blushing while waiting for her door to open, my heart was thinking that today I will get my destination..!!
"Khat Khat Khat" I knocked on the door again, explained again to my pounding heart. Only then a thought came to my heart, there was never more than a knock distance between him and me. It seemed that she used to wait for my knock on the door. But this time there was no movement inside, no sound, no lock on the door. I saw that a strange fear came inside me, my mind panicked and knocked on the door again. This time the nervousness of my heart reached my fingertips. The constant knocking at his door opened my heart. Various thoughts were coming in my mind, why is the door closed, what is the matter, everything is fine inside, maybe something has happened...!! She was seen right in the balcony in the morning. Then suddenly there was the sound of the door opening.
She was standing in front of me. Thank God! God's breath came in my breath. But today was something different from everyday, why was her hair scattered today?? Why were his eyes neither open nor closed, were his lips always so red and how was this red mark on his neck.
Seeing me so strong, he handled his descending zenith. Unknowingly said everything in her stealing glances.
"Need something" as if these words of his have taken away my desires. Walking the journey of hatred with fear and peace in my chest, my heart could not understand whether to cry, laugh, die or kill. He again said - "I want something", but I could not say anything. Just turned around, because my wet eyes may not tell the condition of my heart. That day passed like a whole year. Don't spare him Kosha, Kosha yourself and God too. What was my mistake that I got this day. It seemed as if the mark on his neck had scratched my senses.
Then suddenly there was a knocking sound from my door. Yes!!! You thought right, she was standing right there in front of me. Now it was my turn, I asked him - "I want something".
She said - "Yes!! I want to tell you that I have waited for you for a long time. I used to think every time that you will tell me the condition of your heart. For 4 months when you did not say anything, I thought it was my illusion. Maybe !! You just used to appear in the balcony, just like any neighbor used to come to the house. What was my fault that you made me wait so long".
His question echoed so much inside me that I could not even blink an eye. After this some of our misunderstandings were cleared and today she is my wife.
My First Love Story ❤️ under observation my first loves and i pantip
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