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"Okay. But I think that they're just for show."
"Um, no. I think that colours give you life."
"What? That's absurd, Dr. Bose."
"Ugh. Fine. But seriously, don't you have any favourite colour? Not even a single one?"
"White."
"White?"
"Yes. Pure, surreal white. Calm and composed. Moreover, white has all the colours. I mean, it's a spectrum of so many colours, and yet, it is so simple."
"Just like humans and their emotions."
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"Try this."
"This!? Miss Bose, this is orange. I don't wear orange."
"Mr. Dixit, please."
"No. I have a very important meeting and I'm not going there like an orange."
"You're not going to look like an orange. You're just wearing orange."
"Dr. Bose..."
"It's Miss Bose to you. You decided that we'll be friends and now you're the one being all cold and rude. Aobhodro."
"Okay. Miss Bose, sorry."
"So we're friends, right?"
"What?"
"Right?"
"Um, yes. I just said..."
"Then please do this for your friend?"
"Miss..."
"For your only friend. Please?"
"Fine. Okay."
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"Sonakshi?"
"Hm?"
"Uh huh. Stop with that work. Look here."
"Okay, here. What is it?"
"Close your eyes."
"Um..."
"Please?"
"Okay, Dev. There, I did it."
"Good. And now, open them."
"..."
"Sona? Say something?"
"They're...they're beautiful Dev."
"I've already told you. White is beautiful. And these white lilies, they're just like you. Calm, composed and beautiful."
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"Why don't you try to..."
"I can't Sonakshi. You know that."
"Dev! I understand that she's very protective about you but..."
"But, what Sona? I know she'll..."
"Have you even tried talking to Aunty, Dev? No. Then how do you know that..."
"Yes, I haven't talked to her. But..."
"But, you know. You know everything Dev. You know that Aunty will not agree to...to this relation that we have. You know that she'll not understand and will get hurt. And you also know that I'm so happy with all of this."
"Sonak...Sonakshi? Sonakshi please! Stop crying..."
"Then what am I supposed to do, Dev? My parents are searching a groom for me. My Dadi wants me to get married before she dies and you..."
"I'm...I'm sorry."
"No. You're right. If Aunty is happy with us not being together, then that is what we'll do. You and I will not meet. Okay?"
"Sonakshi..."
"You understand your mother's silence very well. Right? Then understand my silence too."
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She opened the doors of her house early in the morning and found them placed over the door frame.
Just like always.
For almost a year since that fateful day, it was a tradition for her to open her doors, look at the same present being delivered to her and smile. It was a tradition for her to pick up that present, read the note attached to it and smile because she knew everything and everyone behind it. It was a tradition for him to watch her from a distance every morning picking up his present and smiling. It was a tradition for him to smile while crying as he walked back from the one he called home to the place known as his house.
It was a tradition of white lilies and fallen tears.
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Okay, so I'm new to this forum and as my username suggests, I am called Swaralika here. But, if you love me after this post, you can call me Swara too. I'm a 15 years old girl from Delhi, studying in 11thh standard with Science all around me.
Now about the story:
This piece was started around 3:00 p.m. IST and took almost two and a half hours to complete. If you find this nice, then trust me, it was a blunder in the beginning. I was writing crap about them at the start. Anyway, this is the final product after a lot of thinking and typing. Because, you know, this writing is very different from what I usually write. If you notice, the flashbacks are without any narrative. And it was really hard to bring out the emotions without any narrative. I'm happy with what I've type here. I hope you're happy too :)
If you're reading this story, then I guess it took you about 10 minutes at max to reach till this line. Trust me when I say this, and I always speak the truth, it just almost 1 sec to hit the small like button below this post. And, if you liked my writing, do write your thoughts in the comment section below! I'll hand you out a cookie or two. To the people who didn't like it or found this okay-ish types, it is completely fine for you to comment too, you'll not be deprived of the cookie. Just maybe, those cookies would be filled with Radha Rani's venom. You never know, you know?
Okay, okay. I know I'm talking a lot, given the fact that this is my first post here. And I also know that you're way too bored by now by my blabber. But, please like and comment? I promise I'll give you a cookie.
*sees people running to her with duct tape and knives in their hands*
Okay, bye.
*waves off a white flag, throws a jar of cookies and runs for her life*
Bade Achhe Lagte Hain
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