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LANGUAGE OF LOVE FINAL PART
The bus pulled up, and Chippi glanced at me one last time before stepping aboard. She found a seat near the window, and as the bus began to roll away, she pressed her hand against the glass, her eyes locked onto mine. That smile—fragile yet full of …
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LANGUAGE OF LOVE PART 25
The days felt like they were blending together, each one rolling into the next as I juggled my delivery jobs for Flipkart and Amazon. My body ached, my feet sore from endless trips up and down the stairs of apartment complexes, but I didn’t mind. Su…
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LANGUAGE OF LOVE PART 24
I tried reaching her multiple times, but each call went unanswered. Messages, calls to her cousins—nothing worked. The silence gnawed at me. Something wasn’t right. I knew her family was taking advantage of her, hovering like vultures waiting to div…
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LANGUAGE OF LOVE PART 23
Mithun was the one who broke the news to me. “Shinu,” he said, his voice heavy with grief, “Chippi’s dad passed away.” The news of her father's passing was a shock that I never saw coming. He had heart problems, sure, but I never expected that. …
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LANGUAGE OF LOVE PART 22
As the first rays of sunlight filtered through the misty air, I handed some money to the guard. His face lit up with a wide smile, and I could tell it made his day. Chippi and I boarded a bus to Kozhikode. I hadn’t seen my friend Vaishnav in ages, a…
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LANGUAGE OF LOVE PART 21
I woke up to the sound of the guard knocking at the door, a rhythmic rap that pulled me from the depths of sleep. The first light of dawn filtered through the small window, casting a soft glow across the room. Chippi stirred beside me, blinking awak…
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LANGUAGE OF LOVE PART 20
As the bus wound its way up the narrow roads toward Wayanad, the rhythmic hum of the engine combined with the gentle away of the vehicle made it feel like the world outside was moving in slow motion. The landscape was a lush green canvas, with patch…
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Language of love Part 19
As I sat in front of my computer, the glow of the screen illuminating my face, I was consumed by the world I was building. Lines of code sprawled across the screen like a chaotic tapestry, each line a step closer to bringing my vision to life. I mut…
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Language of love part 18
Yamshi sat beside me as I turned off the song. He apologized, explaining his mistake and advising me to be well-prepared for the animals and places I planned to explore. Curiosity got the better of me, and I asked about his family. He told me that h…
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Language of Love Part 17
The silence after Shahana's curt reply hung heavy. Guilt gnawed at me for leaving her messages unanswered for days. The internet, a fickle lifeline in Yamashi's remote location, had sputtered and died just as I yearned to connect. But her si…
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