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UNREQUITED LOVE..🖤🖤

When my 12thclass examination was going on...  During the exam, I saw her for the first time, she was sitting on the next bench.
Till that I left astern, I indeed didn't comprehend the meaning of love. ((I was conceiving as like i am tenant of her eyes))

MYSELF DESH DEEPAK....

That last  day of the exam.I left all allay fears,by painstakingly i think to evince her. but exam is over, i lagged to dominate. But God wrote something else in my destiny.
We used to go back home by train, so there used to be breif a face off with that girl at railway station. I do futile act according to her reluctance....but her attention was also on me..

At that time i was wondering how i garnered this much of cockiness  but there was a little turmoil in my heart..then i came to my home..
After few days... when Divyanshu (best friend) had  called me..i contemplate too much   after few minutes he says about her Facebook ID....i am totally fraught how to send msg her. But hastily i send req on fb...nd msg also. .    after two days ,she replied...... Whisk,whisk our story surge... Changin'of big dominance was comin'in my life.. then I started talkin' to her all day along..
A few days later I felt that I had fallen in love..
But i didn't tell her till date....bcz some reason astern her.....
I was so confused and ashymed ,that I just ended the call and loudly said bhagwan Kya karu main khudka .. are yaar shit … It was literally embarrassing for me…so I texted her “sorry , it was by mistake..”. And she replied “no..it’s ok ? 

I always effusive her..We had talked so much that love seemed to be soaring....
She never ponder about me..she always talks normally..But my heart didn't consent her verasity..

Time passed like this..some roping tribulation had came  that time... But i transformative spirit to change my flair.. Which hadn't tended to stick..
Now we both talk sometimes as like a friend.......

Stay tuned to read full story....

But usne bahut kuch sikha diya....... Thanks fuggi..🖤

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