FATED TO CROSS PATHS

FATED TO CROSS PATHS

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"She was the girl he mocked. She was the only one who saw through him. And the one he could never forget." Ayushi Shrimali always believed in love, even when it never believed in her. As a chubby, awkward schoolgirl, she was an easy target for Neel Shah's cruel teasing. But despite his words, she loved him-first as a crush, then something deeper. For Neel, love was just another lie. Growing up in a Gujarati family that was always too busy fighting or working to notice him, he learned early on that emotions were a weakness. He spent most of his time at his mama's house, avoiding the chaos of his home. But Ayushi? She was the only one who saw past his arrogance. And that terrified him. So, he kept pushing her away until she finally left. Seven years later. Another country. Another life. Now, fate has brought them together again, but Ayushi is no longer the same girl who used to love him. For the first time, Neel feels what she once did longing, regret, and an ache that refuses to fade. "You used to follow me around back then," he smirks. "And you used to run," she whispers. "What changed?" Now, it's Neel's turn to chase her. But can a story that started in pain ever find its way to love? Because some people are destined to walk together... but never to be one.
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Some love stories don't start with butterflies. They start with silence. With bruises hidden under full sleeves. With eyes that don't sparkle like they used to. Shrishti used to be the brightest spark in the room. She was laughter in hallways, wit in classrooms, fire in debates. She was the girl who wore yellow just because it made her feel like sunshine. But now, she flinched at loud voices. Apologized too quickly. Avoided mirrors. And no one noticed. Except Rohan. He had known her since they were five. She was the first person to teach him how to cheat at board games, the one who used to braid his hair in two messy plaits just to annoy him, the one who cried with him when his dog died in the third grade. Now, in their eleventh year, everything had changed. His father was gone. His mother depended on him for everything. His shoulders ached under the weight of responsibility no teenager should bear. And the girl he loved was quietly being destroyed by someone who claimed to love her. He watched her fade. Day by day. Smile by broken smile. And he stayed quiet. Because she was in a relationship. Because he didn't want to be the boy who ruined things. But watching her pretend, watching her hurt, watching her lie to the world and to herself-it burned. And maybe... it was time. Time to step in. Time to remind her who she used to be. Time to show her that love wasn't supposed to break you. It was supposed to heal you.

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