SINCE THE DAY I MET HER
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"I am sorry. I am sorry I am in a hurry," she apologized when she crashed into a human wall in her clumsiness.
"It's fine," he said and turned his heels around to leave the place, but her meek yet hesitant voice made him stop in his tracks.
"Hmm... Can you tell me where is freshers hall?" she asked lowering her head as she clutched her shoulder straps tightly while looking at him with her small almond eyes making his heart skip a beat.
"Follow me," he said she nodded. Soon they reached the freshers' hall.
Giving a small smile to him, she went to an empty seat and settled there, while he went to the boys' side and sat in his seat. But unknown to her, the eyes of a certain person remained on her whole time.
He watched her every action which amused him. She is clumsy, stupid yet she looked cute. Her actions caught his eye as she stole his heart but only to be broken.
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"Pritam, You have to help me in finding his feelings towards me," Shristi requested him, making his heart bleed in pain and agony. Gulping the lump that formed in his throat, he said, "I will,"
"Thank you. Ok bye. It's getting late," she said and left. Breaking his heart into million pieces. Indeed, it's late for him. If he said his feelings earlier, if he was close to her, if he was outspoken with her, maybe he would be the whom she loved. But it's already late.
In the game of time and fate, would she recognize his love?
If she does, would there be any obstacles?
Can their love meet the skies?
To know the answers read the story of Pritam Gupta along with his clumsy beauty Shirsti Sharma.
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She opened her eyes slowly, blinking against the blur of soft golden lights and the scent of fresh roses lingering heavily in the air. The room around her was beautifully adorned-delicate drapes, scattered petals, and the faint echo of wedding music still humming somewhere in the distance. But something felt wrong. Terribly wrong. Her breath caught in her throat as unease curled deep within her chest. Why was she here? This wasn't her dream. This wasn't her moment. It was her step-sister's wedding. So why was she the one waking up in this bridal chamber... as if she had been written into a story that was never hers? Her heart pounded as she turned toward the ornate mirror across the room. But the moment her gaze met her reflection, her world shattered. A strangled scream tore from her lips. The heavy door burst open. People rushed in, their faces draining of color, horror settling into every expression. But one pair of eyes didn't hold shock. One pair of eyes... burned with something far darker. Something that felt like anger... like possession... like a truth she didn't yet understand. Her trembling gaze fell back to the mirror. The black beaded mangalsutra around her neck- It wasn't hers. The vermilion boldly streaked across her hairline- It was never meant for her. It was meant for her step-sister. But now... it marked her. Aavya Verma. As if somewhere, in lines she never wrote, in a fate she never chose... his name had already been etched into hers. And in one cruel twist of destiny, she was bound in a marriage she never wanted-wrapped in traditions that now felt more like chains than blessings. The vermilion on her forehead wasn't love. It was a mark. Of betrayal. Of a decision made without her. Of a story rewritten without her consent. She was never meant to be the bride. But she became one. Not by choice... Not by love... But because somewhere... somehow... she had been written into him- his name in every line of a life she never chose.
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