Just Me.
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Hey there I am Kumar, 17. And this is my story. New Home, New City, New School, New Acquaintances every 2 years or so for me... And that surely implies, No Friends (almost), No Fun (πŸ€·β€β™‚) and certainly No Love Interest (umm.. Yet) But that also implies, VERY strong family bond and relations. Why must you be interested in a teenage life anyway? I'll tell you why. Its because I have a Secret. A secret, or rather an ability that could create havoc if it came to be known... A secret that could change EVERYTHING around you. And if it gets to wrong hands, you never know how the world would end up. Dive in with me if you're crazy enough. - - - - - Author's Note Hello there! Thank you for coming to my story. It is my very first one! I would love if you could go through it once and provide genuine feedback or constructive criticism. I might have taken ages to update another chapter in past, but I promise I haven't left the story and will certainly update future chapters as soon as I can. Thank you again for keeping up with me! -Tushita
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π’π‘πž 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐑𝐒𝐬 πŸπ¨π«π›π’πππžπ§ π₯𝐨𝐯𝐞. π‡πž 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝𝐲. **** 𝑨𝒏𝒅 π’˜π’‰π’†π’ π’˜π’† π’Œπ’Šπ’”π’”, 𝑳𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 π’˜π’π’“π’π’… π’…π’Šπ’”π’‚π’‘π’‘π’†π’‚π’“. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 π’˜π’‰π’†π’ 𝒕𝒉𝒆 π’„π’π’π’„π’Œ π’”π’•π’“π’Šπ’Œπ’†π’”, 𝑳𝒆𝒕 π’Žπ’† 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆. 𝑭𝒐𝒓 π’˜π’‰π’†π’ 𝒕𝒉𝒆 π’Žπ’‚π’ˆπ’Šπ’„ 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒔 𝒐𝒖𝒕, 𝑾𝒆 π’Žπ’–π’”π’• 𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒐𝒖𝒓 π’“π’†π’‚π’π’Šπ’•π’š. **** 𝐌𝐞𝐞𝐫𝐚 π‘πšπ’πœπ‘πšπ§π had everything she could ever want in life. Except him. πƒπžπ― 𝐌𝐞𝐑𝐫𝐚 Her brother's best friend. The one man she loves with all her heart, and the one man she could never have. Because while she was devoted to him, he was devoted to his revenge. For two years they loved on secret, and for the next eight, mourned in silence. For unlike Cinderella, who's story started at midnight, hers ended. Only this time, it was the prince who ran away. But this is not a story of Meera's devotion. This is not a story of Dev's revenge. This is just a simple story of Love. Love, that went against the bounds of rationality, and how the world punished them for it. Because the question never was, if they loved enough. The question was always, if they were ready to lose everything they had in the process. And they did. Every last bit of it. **** ❝If I have him then I have everything. If I don't have him, I have nothing.❞ ❝Bhul jao mujhe. I can never be yours.❞

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