Festival Lights
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  • Reads 1,170
  • Votes 74
  • Parts 11
  • Time 50m
Complete, First published Jul 09, 2020
Matthew first saw her dancing in the crowd, the crown in her hair reflecting the festival lights. She twinkled.

Nalini first noticed him when she heard the gravitas in his voice. She looked up at the stage and saw the festival lights flashing around him. He twinkled. 

What happens when a budding musician and an ambitious fashion blogger lock eyes at a music festival? 

Dive into the festival lights and fights as Matthew and Nalini navigate their feelings.







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