Making sure nobody saw the envelope in her hand, she safely inserted it in the red big letterbox and ran back before anyone could see.

He wasn't a rich man as his ancestors were, but he was kind hearted enough to be rich with everyone's love. A random letter was left by the postman at his house, which he reposted the next day to its destination, with replying to the person that the letter might be late to reach.

Riddhima brushed her clothes after standing from the ground and kept the saree beneath the car, running out of the home. As she entered the gates of the post office, she had clearly thought to cry loudly.

She forgot the letter on the table. Now it would be more late to thank Vansh, who had helped her out of a serious problem, her life depended on that letter which could have been left out by a small mistake.

"I don't know I would be able to meet you or not.. but I know that you are silently always with me.. the flowing breeze doesn't remind me of you... But following my dream does because you have always supported me."

Will this exchange of letters leading a  long distance relationship of the 1950s with no video calls... No meeting..no hugs and kisses...last and bloom or be forgotten?

Heyy 😌
Here I am with a new story...and I would prefer that you all must read the must read the first chapter too, because the prologue is just for formality to know about the storyline (which tells not a bit of story lol 😂)

I was trying to keep it a general fiction..but just because of change in names people don't read it so better be RiAnsh only

I am writing back after a long time... So I may do a lot of mistakes 🙂. But I would like to keep it simple and a tale of old times. I am not sure what was happening in the 1950s but I tried to depict it the best way possible.

Hope you all have got a little interest in the story!!
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