The Ruined Rainbow | ✓
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Two people. Two hearts. Two worlds.
One monsoon story.
Meet Ayesha Mehra, a beautiful girl whose life is far from perfect. She hopes that one day, her life will change according to her expectations and dreams of being happy. Meet Sahil Malhotra, who, on the other hand, is a renowned celebrity/actor but a wretched man. He is fed up with his cinema life and hopes for a life of peace and quiet.
Under due circumstances, Ayesha and Sahil meet.
But this story is not about romance. Ayesha has her secrets. Secrets that no one is aware of. Secrets that she decided to bury deep down her heart.
As both of them battle their inner personal demons; their worlds collide, but love stands strong and devout.
Will they find love in the most unexpected place? Will Sahil manage to unravel the secrets of Ayesha?
Join this enthralling journey of exploring two very different hearts; pure and beautiful.
Written from both Sahil's and Ayesha's points of view, a rollercoaster of sunsets, coffee, flights, airports, pav bhajis, beaches, car rides, madness, and of course love, is on the way, and you surely don't want to miss it!
Come, witness, and fall in love with this ride of Sahil and Ayesha, which is going to be a memorable journey of love and emotions. This tale of the ruined remnants of a Ruined Rainbow, beneath the glitz and glamour of stardom, is sure to restore your faith in a puissant, majestic love that'll make your heart twist and turn with an excitement unseen.
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"Our story is that of the fresh rain that falls on the parched earth after an epoch. Our story is that of the storm that lashes and whips the earth in fury. Dark, murky, foggy, but still pluviophile. Sometimes the monsoon works in our favour. Sometimes, it doesn't. But will I ever trade our story for anything? No, Sahil. Absolutely not. You know why?"
"Our story, with all its darkness and fury, brought life to me. It was in the chaos of our monsoon that I found my peace."
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