97 Partes Continúa "I wish I had never met you!" Deepika's voice echoed across the classroom, each word a dagger to my heart.
"Excellent! At least we finally agree on something!" I fired back, even as a tear betrayed the storm of emotions within me.
With those final, stinging words, Deepika stormed out, leaving a heavy silence in her wake.
The classroom felt like a graveyard, and I stood there, rooted to the spot, desperately wishing I could chase after her and demand the truth.
Maybe letting her go was the right choice. Perhaps this is meant to be my unfinished love story, a tale of what-ifs and almosts...
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No Deepika. This can't be his bike. Not Arjun's.
But I couldn't deny what I saw-the familiar brown Royal Enfield, now twisted and crushed.
My heart hammered as I circled around, hoping, praying it wasn't true, until my gaze landed on the number plate: TN56 0809.
Arjun's bike.
Deepika! Stop imagining things! Arjun would be fine!
I felt the world shift, the noise around me blurring into a single, deafening hum. Ambulance and police sirens echoed, and a stranger's voice broke through: "Two boys. Spot dead. College students."
I clutched my chest, gasping for air as reality slammed into me.
"Arjun..." I whispered, barely holding myself together. Tears stung my face as I sank beside the wreck.
"No, Please, No!" My voice cracked as the weight of regret settled in, suffocating me.
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Ex-Crush:
More than just a crush, but a little less than love.
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Arjun and Deepika were hopelessly in love-only they never realized it.
Will they find their way to each other, or will their love story remain forever unfinished?
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Join Arjun and Deepika on a journey back to those dreamy college days-days where every moment felt eternal, love was unspoken yet ever present, where friendship bloomed like wildflowers, offering a sanctuary from the harsh winds of reality.
Come, wander with them through the corridors of college days, where the echoes of laughter still linger.
