Hey everyone, this story I had written it like 3 months ago but finally I have decided it to write it here on the forum. I am not sure how many parts this will get over in that's why I put it up as a short story. Pls everyone leave your feedback and comments, I would like to know where I can improve as it's the first short story I am writing on Gustakh Dil.😳
~ Part 1 ~
London, 2015
It was a cold December evening almost nearing Christmas. The streets were filled with colourful lights and decorations. Kids were in their jolly self-jumping around visiting one store to another and dragging their parents to Santa's Grotto. In this festive atmosphere no one seemed to notice a young man sitting all alone on a bench which was located in the darkest corner of the park. Nikhil who had just walked aimlessly to the park was arriving from his own graduation party, and was thinking about how his life had changed course faster than a car changes lanes to avoid an accident. He couldn't believe that so much had happened in his life before the time he came here to London to pursue an MBA. It seemed to him that now his life had come to a standstill, he still couldn't forget her innocence, her laughter, her big eyes, and her face. Even though he wanted to hate her with all his heart he just could not. He thought running away to here would make things better but it did not. His friends were right he should have thought of a more fixable solution. Breaking free from his thoughts, he saw ahead a couple holding hands and looking so much in love seeing them primed his mind with a memory which he hadn't recalled it in a while yet he never stopped thinking about those days.
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