Originally posted by: oye_nakhrewaali
Love. Love was empty; it was a facade. Priya understood it better than anyone. The failed relationships around her were enough for her to never fall in love again. But she would lie if she said she didn't wish for a companion, a partner. Someone who she knew would be there for her, hold her when she would break, and smile for her in her happiest moments.
But these were all empty hopes, just like love. Love was empty; it was a facade.
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Hola, Shibani here. Had this drabble running in my head since I watched yesterday's epi. Hope you guys like it. Drop down your thoughts below.
Woah.. Aap toh kitne fast ho. This is the first piece of writing for this forum. I hope we get many more writers for RamYa.
I love this piece so much. You captured the essence of Priya in just a few words.
Now if you don't mind.. I'd like to give the other side of this story.
Love. Love is a warm blanket on a wintry day. A cup of hot chocolate to ease the nightmarish reality of the world. Love is happiness. Love is life itself; the only reason to exist. So everyday, Ram vows to himself that he will not shy away from sharing his love with everyone around him.
But it would be wrong for him to say that on some rainy nights he doesn't catch himself wondering what it would be like to be loved back. He lets the rain drops wash away the thought. So what if he isn't loved? To love is a happiness in itself. And that is enough.
😅😅 Hope you like it.
Edited by aryapdane - 3 years ago