Strings Of Silver
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Ongoing27m
Last published Fri, Apr 11, 2025
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She was the girl he once held in his lap, the one he gifted silver payals to before she could even walk.
Years passed, life changed-but their bond, wrapped in silence and memory, never faded.
Now she's eighteen, guarded and distant.
He's twenty-two, calm and composed.
When fate brings them face to face again, will those forgotten strings still hold... or break?
A slow-burn village romance of childhood promises, unspoken love, and a bond stitched in silver.
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