Prologue

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31st March, 2025, Sunday.

Love. Ishq. Pyaar. Mohabbat.

I never thought I would be uttering these words or their synonyms. Not atleast at the age of 17. But I did. To somebody whom I thought I loved and I thought he loved me too. I was wrong.

You know when you lay eyes on this person, there is this tingly sensation in your stomach? When they touch you, you feel like electric sparks have shot up in your body? You dream about being in a chiffon saree running across the meadow and dancing to Shah Rukh Khan's latest hit movie song, with them running and dancing with you? I know, cringe.

That's what happened to me. I was in an absolute dreamworld where everything was right. I too had a love story. Well, it wasn't as pumpkins and glass slippers as Cinderella nor was it as tragedy filled like the story of Heer-Ranjha.

It wasn't a terrible relationship, though it was my first. We were just two normal kids with normal lives. Well, lives were normal until we got into this messy cupboard of love.

This is probably getting cringe, so let me just get to the point. Sameer Sharma is back. And I don't want him around. What in the Ye Jawaani Hai Deewani is this? Wtf was that entry? Copy Ranbir all you want Sam, I'm not impressed. Ugh, why do I have to be the one to manage him?
So annoying.

Nevermind, Sam can go fuck himself for all I care. This is going to be my last entry for a while because I'll be busy with the wedding. See you in a week!

- Alisha

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