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๐™‹๐™ง๐™š๐™š๐™ฉ ๐™†๐™ž ๐™‡๐™–๐™ฉ๐™ฉ ๐™ˆ๐™ค๐™๐™š ๐˜ผ๐™š๐™จ๐™ž ๐™‡๐™–๐™œ๐™ž ๐™ƒ๐™ค๐™œ๐™ฎ๐™ž... ๐™ˆ๐˜ผ๐™„ ๐™ˆ๐˜ผ๐™๐™’๐˜ผ๐˜ผ๐™๐™„... Those eyes. Dark, intense, and impossibly deep, fixed on me in a way that made my breath catch. There was no anger in them, no mockery, just a strange calm that pulled me in without warning. I couldn't explain why my heart started pounding so loudly or why looking away felt impossible. In that moment, it felt like the world had shifted slightly off its axis, leaving me shaken in a way I wasn't ready to understand. ~ Anvi Malhotraโœจ ________________________________________________ This peacock feather... it reminds me of Krishna and Radha, the kind of love that people don't just feel, but worship. A love so pure that it became divine. I know nothing in this world can ever match what they shared. Maybe no human love ever can. But what I feel is honest, and it comes from the deepest part of my heart. It may not be perfect, but it is real. So, with your permission, can you please make me yours? Can you please do me the honour of calling me yours?" ~ Avighna Rawal๐Ÿฆš ________________________________________________

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