This story is for those who have loved and lost, who have experienced the pain of heartbreak and the ache of longing. It's for those who have held on to the memories of a past love, and for those who have struggled to move on from the grief of losin...
This story is for those who have experienced the pain of unrequited love. Anyone who has ever loved someone who didn't love them back. Those who understand the longing and yearning for someone out of reach. Anyone who has felt the ache of heartbreak and the struggle to move on Those who believe in the power of true love, even if it's not reciprocated Anyone who has ever held onto memories of a past love Those who know the bittersweet feeling of loving someone who is gone
This story is a reflection of the human experience, and I hope it resonates with those who have felt the depths of love and heartache.
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Shreya Agarwal: A 20 years old beautiful and intelligent girl, who belonged to Delhi, was a radiant bloom, unfazed by the whispers of her peers.
Her heart belonged to the written word, and her soul was afire with the passion of discovery.
With a dream of becoming a successful psychiatrist, she kept her whole focus on studying.
She saw only the beauty of knowledge, the thrill of the unknown. Yet, fate, in its inscrutable wisdom, had already woven a thread of destiny, a gossamer strand that would soon entwine her life with his, a boy whose eyes would mirror the depths of her own, and a whose heart would beat in tandem with hers...
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Zayan Khan: He was a 20 years old boy, and ex-classmate of Shreya. A quiet soul with piercing green eyes that seemed to hold a thousand secrets. His smile was a rare gift, but when it appeared, it lit up the world around him. With a heart as elusive as the wind, Zayan was a mystery to those who knew him, leaving a trail of whispers and wonder in his wake.
He, a quiet storm, with eyes that held the depth of a thousand midnights, and a smile that could charm the stars from the sky.
As Shreya she sat in her 7th class desk, diligently taking notes and listening to the teacher's lecture, nobody would have guessed that this was a girl who had already made up her mind about her priorities in life.
