Ayan.
Immature, Immature, Immature.
Or that's what she thought.
Sania
Beautiful, caring, true.
Or not.
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Two little hearts fighting their way out a turmoil called life.
Witnessing a bundle of difficulties dropping by each coming day.
But what happens when two aching hearts realise that they are in love?
Ayan feels complete with Sania.
Sania feels the same.
But what seperates them, is a screen and a degree of unknown insecurities.
And one day, the feeling breaks out.
And suddenly every song starts making sense.
Every quote starts applying.
Every tear feels worthless.
And love, becomes a flickering light ready to collapse to an era of benumbed darkness.
Can true feelings fight their way out?
Or the picture never comes back to frame?
Find out as you jump into the world of Ayan, tracing all the stages of amateur love and fading promises.
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“Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.”
- Kahlil Gibran
