The Fervor | 18+

The Fervor | 18+

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⋆。˚The Fervor˚。⋆ "It was you the whole time?" I almost yelled at him. "Who else you wanted it to be then, peach?" He husked coming closer to me. "All those creepy texts, were from you?" I felt relieved after a long time, after knowing it was him. "What creepy texts, Peach?" He questioned while looking confused. Do you want to know who it is then if not Viransh? Read out the story. It will unfold these questions. The story revolves around Virika Malhotra and Viransh Singhania. Virika finds herself completely lost within herself when she decides to move to Ann Arbor, Michigan. Whereas, Viransh is all up to date notified with Virika's whereabouts and her life happenings. Virika has a past full of regrets and hence, pushes herself towards a cliff hanger. Making it difficult for her to even go back and forth. Until one day, Viransh pushes her off. Read the story to find out how and why.
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