"No one knows his or her value unless it is reflected in the eyes of others who love them."
 Abhimanyu's Perspective
 "Are you okay?" I asked when I walked inside the bedroom and she nodded, pressing her back. I had had enough with her sitting on the bed and pressing her stomach and back occasionally. It was getting on my nerves that she was in pain and wasn't telling me. In fact, if it was a right hunch, my mom and other woman in the house knew about her condition.
 "But it doesn't look like. What's wrong with your back?" I asked sternly, pointing at the poly bags, "You haven't unpacked them yet?" She closed her eyes in pain and waved her

"There will always be a day which will be hard to pull off but a smile of someone, someone precious will always make you stirred for a new one."
 Shree's Perspective
 I put on some moisturizer, filled my lips, lined eyes with liner and a tint of vermilion over my parting, lastly I tied that black chain around my neck and screwed the bolt of diamond studs. I selected to wear a white and golden embroidered sari for the party today; it was what Abhimanyu hinted me to wear. I was simpering all the while when he was pointed in direction to me to wear the sari.
 "Why have you thrown my sari on the bed?" I was irked at him.
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"Friendship is the only way to get a gist how exciting and how aloof your life is."
 Abhimanyu's Perspective
 With that the door flew open. An extremely terrified, Shree came out. Tears were running down her eyes silently and her nose was red complementing her eyes.
 "What happened?" I was worried and she kept crying, looking at my face. I gripped her shoulder and pulled her closer, "Tell me! What happened?"
 "Abhimanyu..." She sobbed.
 I cradled her face in my palms and she sobbed more. I couldn't understand what to do, so I hugged her tightly, "Wh

"No one knows his or her value unless it is reflected in the eyes of others who love them."
 Abhimanyu's Perspective
 "Are you okay?" I asked when I walked inside the bedroom and she nodded, pressing her back. I had had enough with her sitting on the bed and pressing her stomach and back occasionally. It was getting on my nerves that she was in pain and wasn't telling me. In fact, if it was a right hunch, my mom and other woman in the house knew about her condition.
 "But it doesn't look like. What's wrong with your back?" I asked sternly, pointing at the poly bags, "You haven't unpacked them yet?" She closed her eyes in pain and waved her hair back, "I will do it later and I am fine."
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The Unasked for Hug