Whispers & Hurtbeats

A Little Note of Caution

I'm writing here after a decade.

Yes, yes, I'm just trying to restart, maybe?

Probably.

I mean, I used to write some fan fiction on Harry Potter and some dramas, but one unfortunate day, I got so 'attached to insecurity and whispers' that I deleted some of the fan fiction. They weren't scandalous or even bad; I know it; they ranked quite high. But you know, fears and teenage girly mood swings do the work by themselves, so boom—those ffs vanished.

Aaaand this is yet another start after three years. I was fourteen when I last wrote on Wattpad. The name you must be reading right now, 'Whispers & Hurtbeats' might get changed when I'm finally able to figure my shit out, as I'm too stupid to create a fitting name for this book.

It's not fanfic this time; it's based on how a cold fashion designer and a driven medical student from Bangladesh fall in love while disclosing two mysteries of their lives and finding answers, which shatters two of them in a billion pieces.

And they never-

Hey, you know what? You better just go back to the previous story you were reading or again scroll through the books to find another—a better one—and forget you ever read these 214 words. I just don't know my book's facts yet, so if you read it, you can't blame me for wasting your precious time, kid.

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