Unrealistic Love

Unrealistic Love

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#Nihir, a love story straight out of a fairytale. Sahir, a rich spoilt brat who has never valued love. Despite always being surrounded by friends and girls, he has never felt the real essence of love. Nisha, an innocent girl who is getting bullied since a very tender age yet has a very caring heart. Nobody has guts to speak up against Sahir but Nisha decided to teach him a lesson for all his bad deeds. Will Nisha succeed in this? What will happen when the fire and water will meet each other? Does the opposite attracts theory will be applicable on them or not?
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In silence, one blossomed in hatred, the other in love. *** "Kadavule, please take care of my Anni (sister-in-law) from this buffalo," Kathir teases, making a big show of his worry. I laugh and slap him lightly on the back. "Stop being dramatic. I'll see you on campus." "Look there," Kathir points to a patch of paddy fields along the road. I see her. Nandhini. She's walking along a narrow path between the fields, almost to the road. "I'm going." I jump off the bike, my heart racing. Just to get closer to her. Kathir zooms off, leaving me behind. Nandhini's already reached the road and is walking toward the bus stop. I keep a careful distance, only about ten feet behind her. Her long braid sways with each step, adorned with jasmine flowers. The way her hair moves, the way she walks-it's beautiful. I love everything about her. But I know I need to control my feelings. I'll wait until she's comfortable with me before I show her how I feel. I know she's aware of me following her. I can see the stiffness in her shoulders as she quickens her pace. She glances back at me. I smile and wink. She huffs and pouts, annoyed. Cute. I laugh, shaking my head. I love teasing her. *** Bear with the first few chapters. Afterward, it starts getting better. A 90s Sweet Village Romance♡♡♡ This story is fictional. All rights reserved. Story Rankings: #2 #shy #5 #traditional #23 #southindian #20 #secretlove #18 #indianstory #8 #strongheroine #15 #wattyawards #42 #90s Cover photo @pininterest.

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