Jasmine.

Jasmine.

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Aira wanted a fresh start maybe a new life. She walked away from her past owing never to be back. A chance meeting with someone whom she never believed to meet changed her life like never before. With fame came lose of privacy. But Henry knew he would never regret the decision he took eight months back. The little blonde haired blue eyed girl who was waiting for him back home. And then he bumped into her, smelling like Jasmines. Authors Note. So I am writing after three years roughly. And this is my first time writing a real life person fiction and that too in Wattpad. Hope I won't ghost this story. Constructive Critisism is welcomed. no hate comments please. if you don't like it you can walk away thank you. Thank you @theaesthete for helping me to design the cover. Basically she did it because I suck at it!!
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