PROLOGUE

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Roxanne Rain, 24, was checking through the dating app, hopelessly wondering if she could ever find a match on this dastardly app.

It's not that she hasn't matched with someone here before, it's just that, after talking to them for a few minutes, she got the idea what blithering fools they all had been. There was always something in them that reminded her of her good-for-nothing ex boyfriend and the idea of dating something like that, again, doused any interest in said app matches.

Roxy has only ever dated one guy in her life. Her high-school sweetheart. She was only 17, when they met and the instant attraction she felt for him, made her think that he may be the one. Their breakup had been a nasty one. Their relationship turned into a  disastrous ordeal only after a few months of dating. She should've dumped his cheating ass sooner, she thought bitterly.

It has been around more than 4 years since she broke up with him and in all these years she only had one short-term boyfriend whom she didn't even meet along the course of their 3 month relationship. She broke up.  There were no sparks at all.

She never really felt anything for anyone other than her first boyfriend. But nothing good came out of being with him except heartache and misery. She is now stronger, more confident in herself and knows better what her heart actually desires.

She wants someone who will treat her right. Who will cherish her right and someone who will LOVE her right. Is too much to ask for?? It's the least a girl can expect right?

She sighs and throws her phone on the bed, went to the kitchen to eat something thinking how finding a perfect guy who meets all your standards is fucking difficult. She feels like her ideal man doesn't even exist anymore. She has no one to blame but herself along with all those romance novels she reads, which depicts perfect, flawless and ideal men, raising her standards and expectations so damn high, that the list has now reached out of space. Unattainable. Unless she gets a space shuttle...

She sighs again, begrudgingly, at the thought that at this rate, she is going to end up alone and die in a cold bed, with no one to hold her hand or with no one to lay beside after her death. Why am I so unlucky in love? She thinks.

She plops on her bed, pulls a pillow over her face and lets out a frustrated scream.

*Join Roxanne on her journey to find her perfect one..*

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