CHAPTER 1

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INTRODUCTION

"One look and I knew I had fallen in love" Erica Stephenword didn't know what to do with herself.

"You are my Sun, my moon, my star, my nature, love" the hero had said and in her bewilderment the girl could only manage " I am your nature!"
Erica wondered why couldn't her story be like the movie. Perfectly Perfect.

CHAPTER 1

Sitting by the river, she imagined herself back at Paris with her mum and dad. The time she had visited the Louvre when she was eight, the time she had wanted to sky dive from the Eiffel Tower, the boating in the Seine. Now, she was stuck in India, at least she thought. Erica could feel the ripples of water. Her eyes moved through in search of fishes. Her white feet looked like an Angel's in the silverish blue water.

Angels, uhh...she was fed up of them.

The phone rang beside her "Erica come back its dinner time." She couldn't believe the angel influenced her aunt's heart more than the devil. But of course, she relied on her eyes more than than her heart. And her eyes could tell the angel in her was more powerful than the devil. "Its just 6 pm, not dinner time"Erica answered. "It was not the dinner time at your parents' but its here, come in five minutes or no dinner!!" Her aunt's stern voice answered.

Mrs. Hollens worked in the local grocery shop, being he cashier,she had to deal with types of customers. Erica could understand that but why did she have to be so cold on her. She always gave her hard remarks about her parents. She was a tough lady with a tough aunt.

Reluctantly, she made her way through the woods. She could see little children playing with their parents. There was a small pile of mud about three meter high on which kids were trying to climb. Along with the children some grown ups were as enthusiastic. She saw a couple with a small baby sitting under a sign'Lots of Love from Manali!' Manali, this was the name she had strove to remember. A small pine cone hit her head. Erica picked it up and remembered the happy memories of Paris, her old home. She wanted to go back there, back to her old life, back to her parents.

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