Love Story from Shanti.He kissed me like a man who already knew the ending and still chose to begin. His fingers traced my spine, and I felt my past melt under his touch. We laughed in whispers, afraid to wake the night, afraid to break whatever spell we were inside. When he said, “Don’t be careful with me,” I fell harder. But some stories bloom too fast to survive. Tell me — would you still choose a love that burns, even knowing it won’t last?