A rain was dripping drenching the entire city. Bella was standing near the window with her eyes looking outside the glass window where she actually sees a couple under the umbrella, smiling, laughing and enjoying the first rain of Delhi. Love was clearly reflecting in their eyes as they were so lost into each other. She closed her eyes briefly remembering the times she worship this pure feelings of love and thought she got the most lovable person as her life partner. She thought she is so lucky to have him but in reality she was the most unluckiest person to get trapped in his love. Everything is FAKE. This Love meant nothing to her. She hate this four letter word L-O-V-E. It become a cursed to her.
Tears prick her right eye letting her to drown in those beautiful memories she spend with
