So this is about a girl named Love (Sneh), who has wild dreams and splendid wings.
She is poised to vanquish all adversaries who have endeavored to impede her path to grandeur.
People who have the chance to meet her are blessed by her gaze.
In all of her impulses, she is both fire and ice.
In a fleeting second, she can be both a goddess and a monster.
She's like an ointment for an aching soul.'
She is a ray of hope and a sliver of rain in the desert.
She is as grand and magnificent as the mountains we so desperately wanted to scale.
She is the embodiment of luminance and the cheerfulness of life.
She is as tiny and beautiful as the drop of morning dew.
She is like the last precious breaths that a dying man yearned for.
She is like that laminating hope that a small kid has when lost in a fair looking for her mother.
She is the exuberance of happiness and the abyss of sorrow.
She is not just a girl for me but a grand uproar and I only have a single desire to hold her hand and soar.
One thing was certain: she knew exactly what she desired in love.
She was ambivalent about the societal morns that surrounded her.
She didn't want anything sophisticated.
There would be no ring on a string, no dress rehearsals, no white picket fence, and no slamming of words to satisfy her body's yearning.
She only desired a faithful heart to call her own, as well as the fulfillment of her erotic untamed desires!
She was a simple and faithful soul, but when she gave herself absolutely to him, he became arrogant, as if winning a coup over her was all he needed.
Then he realizes, that victories must be fought on the battlefronts, not in the sacredness of love...
!! अभय !!
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