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Mishti couldn't remember a better night in her life. She couldn't put her finger on what had made that night so special. She was relieved and hoped that when he felt hurt and betrayed by her, he would at least remember the moment they shared before sleeping the previous night. She hoped he remembered how honest she had been and although expecting him to understand, and forgive her would be a stretch it was still comforting to know he could say that they shared at least one moment of honesty.

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Chanchal Yadav

My words paint a world where memories resurface, both beautiful and haunting. It's up to you to decide if you want to reminisce or rewrite.