Prologue

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Story begins after Sanskar loses Kavita(not dead though) and blames his family for it.

Instead of disappearing, what if he met Ragini? How would that change things?

Moreover, Ragini isn't some meek and timid girl. She's bold and outspoken. However, she has to bear the verbal abuse that Swara and her mother lay upon her as she and her family work for them, the Masters.

Will love blossom between the two?

Or will circumstances tear them apart from one another?

Read to find out.

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They say true love comes only once.

If it did, then he believed his was lost forever as she refused to accept him back.

And yet...yet, while drowning in his sorrow, he never realized when he started falling for the one who became his best friend.

He didn't realize when the six words attached to his heart changed.

He never could distinguish when K-A-V-I-T-A became R-A-G-I-N-I.

He could never understand if true love really happened once, why was he falling for another? Does this mean he was never in love before in the first place?

'Is she the one for me? Or will she leave me too? Just like a ripple in the water...will she disappear from me after making me fall for her further?

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She never believe in love. She knew it was luxury of the rich.

Because she believed people could fall for only those who had money, power and fame.

Girls like her? They were likely to be married off to someone their parents wanted or the Masters thought would be a good match.

No gentleman would seek a servant. They would want princesses dressed up in shiny gowns.

After all, even in fairytales Knights only save Princesses, not the girl who would make him the armor with all her heart to keep him alive.

Then why? Why was she hoping that he would choose her? Did she even have the class to think of him as a lover?

And yet...yet, she couldn't help but keep falling deeper and deeper in love with him.

'Would he catch me when I fall? Or will he let me fall and whither away? Just like leaves of autumn trees that are pretty to watch as they fall to their end?'

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