"Jo meri manzilon ko jaati hai, tere naam ki koi sadak hai..."
Madhu reached out, his hand barely brushing hers. "Do you hear it?" he whispered. "Jo meri manzilon ko jaati hai, tere naam ki koi sadak hai
Parthavi leaned against the ancient pillar, her eyes searching Madhu’s. She was the daughter of power; he was a boy with nothing but a heart full of hope. The air between them was thick with the kind of tension that precedes a storm, or a first kiss. "Jo meri manzilon ko jaati hai