My Brother's Wedding

My Brother's Wedding

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She was alluring, competent, hardworking and... 'A believer of True Love...' What will happen, when a handsome billionaire, equally dexterous and hardworking, will fall in love with her and that too at first sight? She had never-ever expected anything like that to happen to her...it was like... 'A dream come true...' When she will realise that he is the man of her dreams... in every aspect, a man who is perfect for her... when she will realise that he is her 'True Lover...' , will she accept his love for her? ...Or will the thought of, "Am I good enough to be the girl of this perfect man...?" ...Stop her from becoming his? **Please feel free to share any advice to make this story better** **The credit for the photos used in this story goes to the original and rightful owners** **There are chances of grammatical and spelling errors in this story** **Also, I'm not a real writer** **Please Vote and Comment**
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Life is a maze, a colourful confusing one at that. Trapped and entranced in my books I never thought I would find a perfect man. No man was like the novels. But I was proven wrong when he stepped one morning into the crowded hallway of my High school. He was art, my dilemma. My mother's dream son. My love... But I never gathered the courage to tell him. And then he was gone for a long, long time. Five years later, I saw him again, standing at the end of the aisle. Waiting for me. His face was dark, all the youth drained off it replaced with sculpted male features. But his gaze was fixated upon one woman. And that wasn't me, his bride, wrapped in white as I walked down the aisle. It was her; it was always her. He loves her. ****** Available on Dreame! Please go support me there!

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