Title: वैकल्पिक

Text: We lived for those moments on our concrete stoop, where our days became ashes in a filter and our nights fell in the middle of the street where we stood, palms out to allow our usually clenched fists to slacken. How does my entire world manage to wrap itself around him? I wasn't looking when I found this infatuation, and I didn't expect to find his eyes right in front of mine when I lifted my gaze... प्रत्येक पराग्राफले परीक्षण हुनेछ।

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