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ADIRA GUPTA~
A woman with a stalwart personality, armored by her own emotions. Imperishable persona, firm, laconic, pensive, berserk, most salient was vague, she was vague for every one of her own.
Except him.
He came, read her loud like an open book for her, unravelled her.
She was dazed, faltered and couldn't hold back from falling for him. The hapless victim was ambushed by fervor for him, luckily she was unarmored.
She hated reading, book were not her cup of tea. But Abelard Shaughnessy had her inquisitive for him. Unknown to herself, she began reading his novels. Long before she was mirrored to reality, he had befallen her. It was futile to back down now, neither like she wanted to.
She was his honored fan, exactly of his lofty personality. He was a cool author.
Then Advait made an entry, he was chummy but mousy. Interesting, right?
But not for her. She was too into Abelard, too illusionary for him that the world held a vague appearance.
But with time, she started seeing the love Advait had for her. She was falling for him. Who wouldn't?
But the did of her past halted her from accepting him, as her.
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ADVAIT SHARMA~
He was immune to the word feelings, uneducated to the term fervor. But a one look at her, his immunoglobulins became weak, he was suddenly a wunderkind in them. He felt the walls blanketing his heart cascading down. She had a colossal enormity on him without toiling. He knew one thing- He was smitten. Hard.
At first, he was crestfallen because she had a crush on someone. But he was suddenly in nirvana, the person she was a fan of was- him. Cool right? His man-luck was fond of him.
But the thing was- she was fond of that side of his, which was loathsome. He loathed it.
He was in dilemma- should he divulge it? Should he not?
She hates him but loves the author him. But if he would tell her the truth, she would hate that side too.
In conclusion- he didn't.
He admired her love for the other him by staying beside her. She was his person. And by the time he realised she wouldn't loathe him, the side he hated. She knew him better than he knew himself.
