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The Paradise of Love

Updated: Jul 8

By Hafiza Jamaal Shaik


In the universe, there were many loves and lives. Each had a story; some had perfect beginnings while some had painful endings..

 

This couple is unique, it was an accidental relation healing their broken hearts to strongest souls. Their beginning was never ending and their ending was the most peaceful.


She was his little heaven; All his mood changed when she set in. She gave him the courage; when the world chided him. Her aura gave him an essence of his family. A day was never gone without thoughts of her.



Each day he missed her talks, it felt like his blood dried out. Each fragrance reminded him of her breath. Each flower he saw reminded how she had filled his life with various colours. 


Each cloud reminded him of the rain of happiness she flooded his life. She never lost hope in him and his trust was never broke on her. She was his kindling support, what he had embraced whole life.


He didn't let her go; nor she gave up, even the distance feared their love. 


Their destiny viewed beautiful before the fate could take her away. He didn't gave up on her so easily that he carried her impact till his last breath. 


He was her start. She was his end. They were the eternal lovers. Their beginning was never ending and their ending was the most peaceful. Together they had made "The Paradise of love."


By Hafiza Jamaal Shaik



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