~ The Years Between Us~
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Other girls; "Give me a red flag, I'll stitch a saree of that red flag and wear it for my wedding. "
She; " Give me a red flag, I'll turn him into the greenest flag ever known. "
And she did, change him for good.
Arrogance, anger issues, I-Me-Myself, Ego, he had it all, but she made him a calm,considerate,humble,empathetic and loving soul, that he himself never believed he could be.
But...
The plot twist was; He was nearly a decade and a more older than her.
Was is possible to barge the distance of not just years but also the societal norms, judgmental eyes and disdainful talks?
Dive in to know about, " 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙔𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙐𝙨 "
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