Our paths cross time and again
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This story is a modern take on the evergreen classic "Pride and Prejudice". A strong fiercely independent girl finds her equal match in her last year of MBA class. Some of the scenes are a lot similar to the pakistani serial "Zindagi Gulzar Hai". I promise you guys that it will deviate as it progresses. Constructive criticism is always appreciated. No rude comments please and anyone who dislikes the story can gladly leave it alone for others who do find themselves enjoying it.
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