Sometimes, the universe writes a story in pencil, waiting for the right moment to trace it in ink. He’s searching for a place to disappear; she’s just trying to find her footing. They are two parallel lines about to learn that in the world of the heart, parallels eventually meet.
In Delhi ,Two different worlds, breathing the same restless air. He is the quiet after the storm; she is the melody in the chaos. They are strangers by choice, but destiny is tired of the distance...
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