A Room for Confession

A Room for Confession

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Friends to lovers has always been the perfect trope and the easiest happy ending when it gets one. But the exact same trope with the not known mutual feelings and the long, desparate wait for confession is just...... the extra spice that makes us wine to know what would happen. And then it has the cutest little things too. Now here. Two classmates. Two friends. Wandering around to chant about each other to more other people. Even the long apart days couldn't hold back the previous butterflies they used to get. And it was when Shrey could neither keep it with him nor confess it too, but knew how freaking much he liked Anagha! Maybe Anagha knows it too... Maybe Shrey's too scared cause what if it ruins those cute little conversations and the thing that they have. Literally knew the hints all along. But yet the room for confession is locked for better time to come. Started: 4th October, 2022 Finished:
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