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He and I

He and I

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When words run dry He does not try Nor do I We are on par He just is I just am We just are -lang leav ---------------------------------------------------- I opened the door. And there he was. Right there, in front of my eyes. It was one of the best moments in my life. He looked just like always, messed up hair, eyes darker than chocolate, standing there casually. I smiled, and expected him too smile too. He didn't. Instead, he looked away. That's when I noticed a girl standing next to him. Confused, I looked at Anurag, but he was looking anywhere but me. The girl had light brown hair with blue eyes, her fair complexion told me she wasn't an Indian. She had a perfect figure a girl could want and she was... Holding his hands? -------------------------------------------------- At the age of eighteen, Mahi finds herself betrothed to Anurag, a Handsome and mysterious nineteen year old guy. Loving someone is not as easy as it appears in some stories we read everyday. It's even more difficult when some near death experiences are involved. But Mahi is a strong girl. She knows how to fight for her love, how to fight for what's right. Enters Anurag Kashyap, the mystery boy. What is he? Who is he? Why does he keeps disappearing? And why in the hell is he standing in front of Mahi as her botany teacher? This is an insane story with insane ideas, U-turns, twists at the most unexpected moments. And most importantly, it's a cliche story trying to defy other cliches. In other words, you'll find yourself reading the most cliche scenes and at some places the unexpected things will happen. WARNING: READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. THE STORY GETS CRAZY. COPYRIGHT © 2017 VANDYANA
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