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'where is Divyanshi?' Ritika exclaimed? It is going to be hard day for her. Trust me that external teacher is going to sue her for coming this late. Today was 12th grade's final physical education practical exam and divyanshi was no where to be seen. Manjeet lives near by so Ritika won't give two fucks of her where abouts. She was late too. Ritika bragged about how punctual she is and what a crook head these two idiots were. But she loved both of them by heart. They have bewitched her heart and soul. Past two years would never have been so much of fun and livid if she never had them. 'rk...' manjeet huffed . Manjeet was late and was scared of getting scolded. What else could have been the reason, Ritika thought. 'Bhai rk, zenith (divyanshi's nick name) is dead. I guess she is. She came under truck and she is not breathing. Her mother called me in the morning , i was getting ready and fuck..men.. what to do now. her last words were exact ritika and manjeet' Ritika had never expected this to be the reason for divynashi's missing attendence in school . She has never seen this cheerful punjabi friend of her and dead divyanshi this miserable and in panic. She herself was in shock for last five minutes. Nothing was making sense to her. She could sense the time has stopped. Why would zenith leave her so early. She always knew zenith never considered her as best friend where she always was there for her. ALWAYS. That is why she left. What next...
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DAKSHIKA

"Sshhhhh....." he hushed and pinned us against the wall leaving no space between us. I held onto his biceps with my hand in reflex. He shook his head lightly signalling me not to scream. But did not remove his palm, awaiting confirmation I guessed. I nodded a little locking eyes with him fearfully. I witnessed a glimmer in his eyes and he removed his palm from my mouth slowly. I mustered up a little strength and asked nervously. "Kon hai aap aur yahan kya kar rhe hain," His eyes softened, looking deep into my eyes as if he could see through them as if he owned them. A strong wind surfaced, pulling away the fabric and revealing his face. It was him. My heartbeats raced wildly. He flickered his gaze to my lips for a few seconds, licked his lower lip a little with an unreadable emotion and peered back deeply into my eyes, delving into my soul. He replied in the raw, masculine and resonating voice I had heard months before. "Daksh naam hai hamara. Vivaah karne aaye hai aapse," *** I could not believe my eyes that he was standing right in front of me. The day I walked away from him, with a swarm of butterflies in the depths of my guts and belly, I never considered the possibility of crossing our paths again. I never thought we would get another chance in this life. Was it a wise decision of me to run away back then like that? The moments we shared back then flashed back into my memory. I started wondering if this was a coincidence or if he purposely located me. *** This is the love story of Daksh Pratap Rathore and Radhika Maan Singh. Storyline occurs in early years of 21st century(2001). A love saga bridging the gap between a city-born man and a village-raised girl. They are soulmates longing for love and solace from each other in different parameters. Let us dive into their journey of togetherness, and internal conflicts and see if and how they find solace with each other. First 2 chapters can be descriptive but I'm sure you'll like the story further.

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