I'm blessed to be me

Out of habit, I burst out laughing, and the water from my mouth drenches someone's shirt in front of me, who seemed to appear from nowhere.
I look up to see the familiar pair of handsome eyes, only that now it is rageful.
"I'm sorry, really...." I begin to stutter, but even before I could finish my sentence, he grabs the bottle from my hand and empties it down, straight on my head, and throws it away.
His lips twitch into an evil, satisfied smirk.
Out of my reflex, but with determination, I push him back. He trips and loses his balance, just to get his upper body drenched by the water pouring out of the fountain.
Yay! I have managed to wash the evil smirk on his face...
He is now soaking wet and his wet hair glistens glamorously.
I feel water dripping down my face as well. I take a step back, "I said I'm sorry." I utter, my voice filled with determination.
I am not one of those cliché teenage girls, who simply stands embarrassed when someone humiliates them.
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Athisya, a 15 turning 16-year-old funny, rebellious yet sweet girl belongs to an orthodox Tamil family living in Chennai.
The story focuses on this girl who has some health issues yet manages to pass out of her high school in flying colors with the help of her family and friends.
On her way, she meets Mugilan, a handsome, haughty yet caring guy. Things begin to change when fate ties together their lives and little does Athisya expect it.
Join Athisya in her journey through hatred, love, trauma, struggle, tears, and faith.
P.S: This story brings out Tamil culture. But anyone can read this as I've made it apt for readers of all platforms.
Also, this story doesn't have a sequential storyline but is a book describing the journey of the protagonist Athisya.
Highest rankings:
#3 in Chennai
#15 in Tamil
#15 in ambition
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Hello guys! Since this is going to be my first ever story, I'm prone to make a few mistakes. But I'm trying to give my best. So give it a try.