Memories we hold together...
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  • Reads 553
  • Votes 50
  • Parts 10
  • Time 51m
Ongoing, First published Aug 02, 2019
"See I told you. What on earth made you to climb roof top? Are you insane or insanity is inherited from family?" Ved said furiously.
"But we made it safely down. Didn't we?"  I defended.
"Yeah but what if I wasn't been here to catch you on time." Ved asked with worried face.
"I know whenever I will fall you will always be there to hold me, just like this." I said gesturing toward his arms.

She had him wrapped around her finger. He was her best friend. They were like yin and yang. Then one day an unexpected tragedy brought their world tumbling down.
He no longer cherishes their memories. He was lost. She was shattered. After few years when everything was going back to normal they moved on in their life.
Fate played its card. And now she was again standing in front of him those deep grey eyes boring into her. What is she going to do now?
Awkward moments, dΓ©jΓ  vu feeling, weird dreams long words short will they be able to survive each other?
Stay tuned to explore unrealistic love story of Madhurima Chatterjee and Vedaansh Vyas full of memories they hold together....
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