I've read about a few hundred novels.
Yeah just few hundred.
The one I had been reading ever since I had gotten married
had three installments.
The synopsis was that
the male protagonist was a cold,
intelligent logician.
The female protagonist was a scientist, caught up in the dark world of mysteries.
Two of them somehow end up working together,
and together,
they find each other's
lost puzzle pieces.
Sounds cheesy, but there's so much to it.
Unintentionally,
I wanted a male protagonist like that in
my life,
finding me the parts I had lost of myself.
But the male protagonist of my story,
had already has found his female protagonist.
A woman with pale skin, slim figure, small face, beautiful voice.
Everything I wasn't. I couldn't
and
didn't want to be.
YOU ARE READING
War Of Two ; BBH, OSH
FanfictionI had no expectation from my arranged marriage but my husband was on a whole new level and so was the regular visitor at the bookshop I worked at.
