When she came of age and realized where dreams begin, she walked with books in her hands and lives in her eyes ,drawn to an aim stitched in a white coat, shaped by tender hope to achieve

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Log kehte hain, pehli nazar mein mohabbat hoti hai,
Par humne toh bina dekhe chaha hai kisi ko,
Na awaaz suni, na haath chhua,
Phir bhi rooh se mehsoos kiya hai usi ko...
Intezar hai us din ka jab hum melienge
Aur ek sath chalenge

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Glitter ran through her veins, her smile carried hope, and her heart pure as moonlight. She whispered like an angel dressed in light's delicate attire

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"Mist carried her thoughts, drifting far from the world, covered in Berrune dreams, where her heart sang lullabies only love could hear from the earth below."

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What is written for you will reach you even through storms. Allah’s decree never misses.

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She laughed softly, with that colgate-bright smile, the kind of laugh that moves like wind through coconut trees, shaking it gently. And he watched her, silent and steady, with a calm that whispered, ‘I’ve already chosen you, with love, without doubt, always and forever

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Just two souls sipping chai on a windy evening, wrapped in gold-tipped grace, carrying love like something wholesome, proud, and deep. Somehow, they built a world of their own, where peace wasn't a place, it was them.

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Your heart was never meant to be small.
It was designed to carry tempests, oceans, and galaxies.
And the quiet strength of silvery spark of moon.

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It’s incredible how someone can be so far away, yet still be the closest part of life. She carry you in every breath — invisible, but always there, like a quiet heartbeat beneath her skin. With every passing day, the longing to hold him grows stronger, making the distance feel heavier than before. She finds herself reaching for her phone, just to feel close to his name, to hear his voice even if only through a crackling line. She miss him in ways no one sees — in the silent moments, the empty spaces you once filled, and the gentle ache that never fades. And every night, she dreams of the day they will finally meet — that early moment when the world feels right because he is finally near.

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Becoming successful is never loud, it's the silent breaking of what you were, to become who you are.

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