دانلود رمان انگلیسی “هر کسی داستانی دارد – 2”

The slanting shadows in the room drew a stark finger across the coffee table, signalling the now sunny day outside. The morning had started off a bit dreary, with rain threatening to fall, but there never was any precipitation. Finally, the clouds surrendered, giving way to strong, afternoon sunshine. Lifting my face to the late-day sun, I closed my eyes, living my memories behind shut eyelids. Drawing in a deep breath, I inhaled the warm satisfaction of a contented life. My shoulders lifted with the expanse of air in my lungs, and then lowered as I exhaled with a small purr. Eyes still closed, I rolled my head slowly. It felt so good to stretch my muscles after sitting at my desk for so many hours. Although my days are busy, writing in my journal seems to prompt other memories, not just the ones I’m writing down. Today, I savoured some of those memories, looking back at the last three years. They have been amazing years. Not only did I have Vivaan in my life, but I realised my dream of becoming a writer, with two successful books so far and a third being written. Every day is a new source of excitement for me. Everyone has a story, it’s true, and I loved the one that was being written about my life. Slowly, I turned my face back towards my mahogany desk. Finally, I allowed my eyelids to lift, first peeking through my eyelashes and refocusing as they opened more. A smile played on my lips as I reread the journal entry in front of me. I knew my lips were moving slightly as the words played through my mind. Vivaan teased me when I did this, but it was how I best saw the world on the pages in front of me. I picked up my pen. Heavy, but beautifully balanced, the pen was a gift, a show of support for my career, and I loved feeling its weight as I wrote.