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Breaking rules was not acceptable. Neither was love, compassion, or uniqueness. Everyone and everything was to be the same. Whoever or whatever wasn’t the same, was to be abolished. There were five divisions in Civic. Picturesque-the rich, beautiful people. Negligible- the unimportant people with no donation to society. Spearheads- the leaders and government. Cultivators- the farmers who provided the food. And finally the division my family and I are in, the Industrialists- the producers and builders of Civic. On the last day of each year, every teenager turning into an adult was to attend Observance. Observance was a ceremony which chose your biggest characteristic. Your characteristic was one of five... Being pretty will put you in Picturesque. Plain and shy people ended up in Negligible. Honest, brave, loyal people were a part of Spearheads. Cultivators were nice, tree huggers. My group of people were intelligent mathematicians and such. I, on the other hand, never felt right as an Industrialist. It just wasn’t who I was. But to be honest, I didn’t even know who I was. All my life I was raised in an Industrialist home. We were not allowed to feel any compassion to the opposite sex unless he or she was our Gleamer. At birth we were given a necklace which only gleamed if we were around our Gleamer (soul mate) or Division Plate. This year I am to attend Observance with my twin sister, Alika. It is terrifying knowing you have to leave home to fulfill your duty to society in another division. I know I am turning an adult and all, but knowing that I have to leave my little brothers, little sister, mom, and dad behind saddens me.
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"How I wish you had first seen your ugly face in the damn mirror before confessing your shitty feelings to me!" He smiled cunningly while taking a sip from his wine.The floor beneath my feet slipped off like an ice as he brutally threw another dagger towards my heart "You are just a piece of shit, YOU UGLY GOLD DIGGER! You should have at least compared our statuses." He spat those words right on my face while his olive green eyes boiled with lava.I cried like a child and voiced my pain in between those merciless hiccups "I neither loved your money, nor your looks, nor your status. It's only your soul which I had dearly loved since 18 years, Shahveer for God's sake don't do this" I begged him while joining both of my hands.His friends laughed hysterically while calling me with abusive names.He came closer and raised his wine up to the level of my eyes making me feel cringe "Apparently, your filthy caliber doesn't match my prestigious one, sweetheart. Your face is not even worthy to be spat upon" And that's when my whole world collapsed. I blurted out something which I shouldn't have had "I pray to my Lord! May you suffer through the same pain which you have given to me" I cried He laughed "May you madly and deeply fall in love with someone who would also laugh at you" That cunning smile eventually started to fade "May you crazily fall in love only to get humiliation in return and may your heart bleed with the pain of rejection" I continuously denounced evil prayers upon him until my vision started to black out What happens when two spiritually opposite souls are destined to be attracted towards each other but one has to lead a regretful life, while the other has to kill all the dreams?To know more, join the painful spiritual journey of an innocent soul and a ruthless man and let the love whisper through your soul. THIS BOOK ONLY BELONGS TO SIDRA AKHLAQ. ANYONE TRYING TO COPY IT OR ACCUSE IT FOR BEING PLAGIARISED WILL BE REPORTED IMMEDIATELY

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