Hi guys,
I m not new to this forum you guys may have seen my creations in the sigg n avis gallery but yes I m new to writing Fanfics n this is my first ever
So I m really unaware if I m good but hope u will like it
This is a simple story of love, relations, about people who are special in our lives, about things we feel n about choices we make, choices that make or break our lives, and decisions that either ruin us or make us a better person, a better human being.
Ehsaas as the name itself means emotions, emotions β the thing we all experience, u & I everyday, every minute, every second of our lives in fact even before our birth.
It is said that if a would β be mother feels happy her child also experiences its mother's emotions n so we try to keep her happy thinking that now more than one person is to be looked after.
Now let me take you into the story of few such lives, the lives of Shweta & Karan.
Karan was a happy β go - lucky person to everyone for he knew how to live life to the fullest.
He was an ace at everything.
He was brilliant as a student in his studies, an all rounder who was not only confined to his studies in college but would actively participate in the extra- curricular activities & also sports as the captain of his college football team , a person who will be there when you need him or ask him for his help .
That was karan for everyone a true friend, a brilliant student, an amazing athlete & over all a winner.
However, that was karan only on the surface for the person who worked hard N partied harder was someone else when he stepped in the realms of his home.
He was a loner; the guy who couldn't breath peacefully outside was suffocated each day when he went home for the noise N crowds that gave him company as he stepped outside his home deserted him once in his own so called home.
Silence that would literally drive anyone crazy, broken only by screams, screams that karan has heard ever since his childhood, ever since he can remember, ever since he has gained consciousness.
Screams of his mother in a lonely house that made him feel all the more lonelier in the gloomy nights he had stayed awake, awake in the hospital , awake to see his mother tied up to the hospital bed where she could be treated were doctors could relax her by giving her an anesthesia to calm her down .
Karan had heard his mother mandira scream, seen her cry almost everyday of her life as much as he remembers. Screaming N crying for her love Karan's father mihir, the man she had loved more than anything the man who had become her world after he was dead to the world n lost about his own world.
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