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10 parts Ongoing They say dreams come true if you believe hard enough. I believed.
For five years.
Every single day.
Like a psycho.
And guess what? The universe actually listened. But like a typical toxic ex, it gave me exactly what I wanted-just not the way I wanted.
Hi. I'm Adhira Thakur-sixteen, middle-class, dramatic (it's a lifestyle), and fresh meat at St. Varona High. No, it's not one of those elite "rich kids and scandals" kind of schools.
It's a respected, no-nonsense kind of place.
The kind that gives scholarships only after grilling your soul in entrance exams and background checks. My twin sister Era and I barely made it in-with stress-induced hairfall and enough prayers to qualify as part-time saints.But nothing-and I repeat, nothing-could have prepared me for what happened next.
On day one, I tripped on thin air (classic me), fell like a Bollywood heroine in slo-mo, and then I was lifted-yes, lifted-In the bridal style (kill me) by a boy.
Not any boy.
A man.
Ricardo Rizzuto.
Or... wait... was it Rajveer Shekhawat?
Because the thing is:
My long-time internet crush-Ricardo, the 21-year-old Italian angel who helped cancer patients and looked like a walking Renaissance painting-apparently has the same eyes, same hair (that flops perfectly, unfairly), and the same entire freaking face as Rajveer Shekhawat, the 17-year-old 12th grader from Rajasthan's royal Shekhawat bloodline.
How!?
Are they twins?
One person with two lives??
Is this a prank? Am I in a K-drama?
He's either:
1. The Italian humanitarian I tried stalked social media with zero shame...
or
2. The mysterious, brooding topper of our school who gives off "I could kill you with my pinky" energy.
Either way, I'm in trouble.
And this? This is just the beginning.
Welcome to my life-a chaotic blend of middle-class struggles, dramatic monologues, and one very confusing, very hot boy with two names and one dangerously beautiful face.
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