Morning sunlight filtered through the trees, gentle and golden, casting a soft halo over the lawn. The fire had died down to warm ash and ember, but the scent of woodsmoke still lingered in the fresh air.
Sia was curled up on the chair, shawl wrapped around her, head tilted to the side in peaceful sleep. Raghav sat beside her, his posture more upright but equally still, taking support of the side of the chair, eyes closed, a faint crease on his brow as if he never fully let go even in sleep.
Hey there all the lovepies...Loads of love to you all for reading my books..That alone means a lot to me...I am a student at a university...and as much as I don't like it but I am still heavily dependent on my parents financially. Writing stories is my dream and I write what I dream...My stories are a different world for me where I would escape even as a child when I could no longer keep up with the real world. As I write I pour down that little yet unimaginable huge world that I have created in my mind, with the intention that everyone gets a glimpse of it. Showing some support and love will really help me turn my manifestations into reality and that reality might lead others to everything they wanna manifest (who doesn't want their life to turn into their favourite book 🫠 ). YOUR LOVE AND SUPPORT MATTERS A LOT!❤️
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