Born in the opulent high-rises of Mumbai, Neel's life glittered with privilege. 💰
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In stark contrast, Malang, a simple boy from Dehradun,🌸
dreamt under a sky full of stars. Fate, a mischievous puppeteer, intertwines their paths in the bustling...
Malang stood in front of the mirror, his reflection staring back, a mixture of excitement and dread etched on his face. Netra, ever the optimist, was busy doing her makeup, her cheerful chatter filling the room.
“Relax, Malang,” she said, spraying herself with perfume. “It’s just college. We’ll figure it out.”
Malang managed a weak smile. “I know, but what if…”
“No buts,” Netra interrupted, giving him a stern look. “You’re going to ace it. I know you will.”
With a deep breath, Malang nodded, trying to convince himself of Netra's words. They stepped out of the apartment, the morning sun casting long shadows.
The college campus was a sprawling expanse of green lawns, modern buildings, and a vibrant energy that was palpable.
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Both Netra and Malang were in awe. It was like stepping into a Karan Johar movie, with students dressed in the latest fashion, and laughter echoing through the air.
As they walked through the main gate, their attention was drawn to a line of luxury cars parked outside. A black Audi and a sleek Mercedes stood out, their sleek designs gleaming in the morning sun.
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