Ehmel is an enthusiastic, attractive girl who has never been in a relationship or experienced love before. What will happen when she runs into Salar at her best friend's wedding? Little does she know that this event will mark the beginning of an ext...
To lighten up the mood, we decided to play a game of antakshari. For those unfamiliar, antakshari is a popular Asian game where two or more teams sing songs starting with the last letter of the previous song. We divided ourselves into two teams, one of boys and the other of girls, and the game began.
Everyone eagerly agreed, and we quickly shifted our sitting positions to form two teams. As I turned to sit next to my friend, I was surprised to see Salar, taking the seat next to me. But I couldn't help but feel happy to have him sit next to me. I couldn't stop stealing glances at him, but he seemed to be completely engrossed in the game.
As the game progressed, it was our turn to sing. I was so nervous that I couldn't think of a song. Salar noticed my nervousness and smiled at me, saying "Ehmel, all the best" I was touched by his gesture and it gave me the courage to sing.
We sang and guessed songs together, and it was great fun. The music and laughter filled the air as we all sang our hearts out. It didn't matter that we were not the best singers; what mattered was that we were having a great time together.
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The game continued for a while, with both teams giving their best. We laughed, sang, and reminisced about old memories. It was a perfect way to relive our friendship and bond one last time before we all went our separate ways.
As the game progressed, we entered the final round, with both teams neck to neck. It was a tense and thrilling moment. Finally, the girls' team emerged as the winners, leaving the boys disappointed. But it didn't matter, as we were all winners in the end, having spent a wonderful time together.
After playing antakshari, our group of friends was buzzing with excitement and energy. It was a cold winter night, Little did we know, our evening was about to take a spooky turn.
As we were winding down from our intense game of antakshari, one of our friends suggested that we tell horror stories. At first, I was hesitant because I have always been afraid of ghosts and the supernatural. But the rest of the group was all for it, and soon enough, everyone was eagerly sharing their own spooky experiences.
To set the mood, one of our friends decided to switch off the lights and light a single candle. The flickering light added an eerie touch to the atmosphere, making it even scarier and I could feel my fear increasing with each passing moment. I could almost feel the presence of some unseen force lurking in the shadows.
One of my friends began telling us a horror story about an experience he had. His story was so horrific that I couldn't even listen properly. I was too scared and my mind kept imagining all sorts of gruesome things.
Just as I was about to say that I couldn't handle it, Salar noticed my uneasiness and placed his hand on mine. He reassured me and said, "It's okay Ehmel, I'm here. Don't worry, nothing is going to happen to you while I'm with you."
His words gave me a sense of comfort and I began to relax a little. With Salar by my side, I was finally able to start listening to my friends' stories.
The first story was told by Raha, and it was about a haunted house in her neighborhood. She said that every night, she could hear strange noises and see shadows moving in the house, but when she went to investigate, there was no one there. As she spoke, I could feel the fear creeping back in. But this time, Salar's hand on mine was a constant reminder that I was safe.
As we all were talking, the hours flew by faster than we had anticipated and before we knew it, it was already 3:00 in the morning! We were so engrossed in our conversations that we completely lost track of time. Even Raha, who had been skeptical about telling horror stories, was now engrossed in the spooky tales.
But then, Raha looked at us and smiled, reminding us that we had been chatting for far too long and it was time to go to bed. She warned us sternly to make sure we got enough sleep, because tomorrow is a very special and busy day, Her words made us all laugh and we finally decided to call it a night.
As I entered my room, I couldn't help but reflect on the wonderful time we had all spent together. It was the best night ever, spent with my friends on the terrace. The laughter, the music, and the memories we created will always hold a special place in my heart.
But amidst all the fun and excitement, there was a thought that kept nagging at the back of my mind - the fact that tomorrow was the last event of our trip, Raha's reception, and the day after, we would all have to say goodbye and return to our respective homes.
It was a bittersweet feeling. On one hand, I was excited to attend Raha's reception, which was one of the main reasons for our trip. But on the other hand, I couldn't help but feel a tinge of sadness knowing that in just two days, we would all say goodbye and go our separate ways. We had been together for two weeks, and in that short span of time, we had become a close-knit group, almost like a family.
I laid in bed, tossing and turning, unable to find peace in my thoughts. The memories of our trip played back in my mind like a movie, each one making me even more nostalgic. I couldn't believe that this amazing experience was coming to an end. Tears started rolling down my cheeks as I whispered to myself, "I will miss you all."
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