It was a beautiful evening in the Sahara States, the 8th day of Dussehra. I was there with my friends, just soaking in the lights, the festivities, the energy all around… and then, something unforgettable happened.
That was the first time I saw her. The first time she saw me.
She wore a red dress that lit up the night. Her skin glowed fair under the lights, but it was her smile—subtle yet magnetic—that held something incredibly special. Her long eyelashes curled gently at the ends, the kind you’d imagine a princess dreaming of. Kajal rimmed her eyes, as if to guard her beauty from the world’s evils. Her cute little nose twitched slightly every time she frowned. And her hair—black, flowing, effortlessly perfect.
That was Sneh. And that day, I understood what people meant by love at first sight.
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