Arnav stood at the entrance, arms crossed, glaring at the four mud covered disasters inching inside like guilty puppies. His eye twitched once. Then twice.
Behind him, the gardener froze mid-step and instinctively held his forehead.
His beloved garden...once green, proud, and respected, was now a mud wrestling arena.
Hi, I’m Gouri, just a girl with a wild imagination and a soft spot for emotions. My only mission here? To make you smile… and occasionally make you cry a little too. My stories are a rollercoaster of bonds that might make your stomach hurt from laughing one moment and your heart ache the next. Because love, to me, isn’t just about lovers it lives in every bond we have: siblings, cousins, parents, friends, pets…and of course the ones who are meant to be ours, our soulmates and sometimes even in learning to love ourselves. So if you’re ready for a little drama, a lot of emotions, a sprinkle of chaos and stories straight from my imagination… then come in, welcome to my little world. ❤
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