Arnav and Trisha stood in the kitchen with a basket of tomatoes trapped between them, both holding it tightly as if their lives depended on that single handle. Neither of them was actually picking tomatoes. They were too busy pulling the basket toward themselves with fierce determination, eyes narrowed, shoulders stiff, and faces screaming loyalty.
Beside them, Abhimanyu leaned against the counter, utterly exhausted. He inhaled deeply, then exhaled even more slowly, as though reminding himself that violence over vegetables was not socially acceptable. His expression shifted between disbelief and silent suffering.
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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