The Lost Notebook
āĻāĻ্āĻাāϞাāĻŽু āĻāϞাāĻāĻুāĻŽ āĻĒ্āϰিāϝ় āĻĻāϰ্āĻļāĻ - āĻĻৈāύিāĻ āĻļিāĻ্āώা āĻŦ্āϞāĻāϰ āĻĒāĻ্āώ āĻĨেāĻে āĻāĻĒāύাāĻে āϏ্āĻŦাāĻāϤāĻŽ। āĻāĻāĻে āĻāĻŽি āĻāĻĒāύাāĻĻেāϰ āĻŽাāĻে The Lost Notebook āύিā§ে āĻāϞোāĻāύা āĻāϰāĻŦ।
Sophie always carried her notebook everywhere—a place where she sketched her dreams and wrote down her heart's deepest desires. It was in that same notebook she had written about Nathan, the man she silently loved for years but never had the courage to tell.
One rainy afternoon, she lost the notebook at her favorite cafÊ. Panicking, she rushed back to find it, only to see Nathan sitting there, reading it. He looked up, his eyes filled with emotions she couldn’t quite place.
"You wrote about me," he said softly.
Sophie froze, unsure of what to say, but Nathan smiled and stood up. “I’ve been waiting for you to say something,” he continued, “because I’ve felt the same way for a long time.”
In the cafÊ, surrounded by the scent of coffee and the hum of quiet conversations, Sophie’s heart finally found its voice. They walked out together, the rain falling gently, but their worlds felt brighter than ever.
Their love had always been there—written in the pages, waiting to be discovered.
āĻāĻĒāύাāϰ āĻāϏāϞেāĻ āĻĻৈāύিāĻ āĻļিāĻ্āώা āĻŦ্āϞāĻāϰ āĻāĻāĻāύ āĻŽূāϞ্āϝāĻŦাāύ āĻĒাāĻ āĻ। The Lost Notebook āĻāϰ āĻāϰ্āĻিāĻেāϞāĻি āϏāĻŽ্āĻĒāύ্āύ āĻĒā§াāϰ āĻāύ্āϝ āĻāĻĒāύাāĻে āĻ āϏংāĻ āϧāύ্āϝāĻŦাāĻĻ। āĻāĻ āĻāϰ্āĻিāĻেāϞāĻি āĻĒā§ে āĻāĻĒāύাāϰ āĻেāĻŽāύ āϞেāĻেāĻে āϤা āĻ āĻŦāĻļ্āϝāĻ āĻāĻŽাāĻĻেāϰ āĻāĻŽেāύ্āĻ āĻŦāĻ্āϏে āĻāĻŽেāύ্āĻ āĻāϰে āĻাāύাāϤে āĻুāϞāĻŦেāύ āύা।
āĻĻā§া āĻāϰে āύীāϤিāĻŽাāϞা āĻŽেāύে āĻŽāύ্āϤāĻŦ্āϝ āĻāϰুāύ - āĻ āύ্āϝāĻĨাāϝ় āĻāĻĒāύাāϰ āĻŽāύ্āϤāĻŦ্āϝ āĻ্āϰāĻšāĻŖ āĻāϰা āĻšāĻŦে āύা।
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