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Convalescence | Ongoing
Kesariya : The Shade Of Love
What is the venture of running away from home, responsibilities, pressure and expectations to find peace of mind and instead you find something you'd never even thought about being in the equation- love and then madly, deeply, passionately and crazily keep falling into the depths of it no matter how much you tried to convince yourself it's just a phase and you're being immature? What is the probability of travelling through the streets of Varanasi and befriending someone drowning at the Manikarnika Ghat? Now, What are the odds of meeting a stranger at a funeral only to keep coming across him every now and then and coincidentally finding him drowning in the banks of river Ganga? Albeit, you learn that he wasn't really drowning but just torturing himself into believing he was being delusional and a coward all along and trying to punish himself? What is the likelihood of being asked by the same person, whom you keep crossing paths with, to marry him just after knowing him for barely a few weeks only to find yourself rejecting him immediately for obvious reasons and then get pulled into a bloody event of mobs then get saved by him? Again, What are the chances of being put on a gunpoint at the age of merely twenty-one for being in love with the only daughter of one of the most influential thakur families, getting beaten up black and blue and still smile through the pain like a madman while the woman who'd been nothing but denying you for months actually trying to protect you? Love was a strange thing. A little bittersweet and very dramatic when making its appearance followed by the series of events equally dramatic coming in with doldrums. [Delve in to find out more!]
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