All The Places I Loved You.

All The Places I Loved You.

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Toronto wasn't the dream-it was the compromise. A new city where no one knew his name, where ambition and anxiety fought for space inside cramped apartments and cold subways. Kai had left behind everything familiar in search of a future in fashion-freelancing as a visual merchandiser by day, sketching quietly by night, and learning how to be okay with solitude. Love wasn't even on the moodboard. But then came Tariq-a Moroccan-Canadian photographer with cinnamon eyes and a voice that made silence feel like music. A bookstore, a glance, a napkin with a name. That's how it started. But in a city built on movement, can stillness ever last? As feelings grow and ghosts from the past resurface-including someone Kai never thought he'd feel for again-he's forced to choose: comfort or courage, dreams or desire, the future he imagined or the love he never expected. A story of late-night walks, warm hands in winter, and falling for someone when you'd finally learned to stand alone.
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The Echoes of Our Hearts

Some stories bloom in sunshine. This one took root in shadows. For every beginning is not loud. Some slip in quietly-like a secret. Like a glance held a second too long. Like a name you weren't supposed to remember... but did. At Regalia Reynolds Global University, appearances were everything. Beneath the gleaming towers, designer labels, and curated smiles, truths were buried deep-hidden behind last names that weighed like crowns. Prisha Goyal didn't belong to that world. Not by blood. Not by bank balance. She was a girl with a past too heavy for her age, and dreams stitched together by hope and resilience. She wasn't looking to be noticed-not by the elite who ruled the halls with old money and sharper smiles. But life has a habit of unraveling even the most carefully woven plans. The Four Princes didn't need new players in their world. Yet fate introduced her anyway. To most, they were unreachable. To her, they became something else entirely. Enemies. Friends. Confidants. Strangers. And eventually... something far more complicated. As friendships formed in the unlikeliest corners, and laughter echoed through shared dorm kitchens and unspoken pain, the lines began to blur. Loyalties tested through whispered betrayals. Between affection and obsession. Truth and illusion. Trust and betrayal. And somewhere between the stolen glances, cruel misunderstandings, and gentle touches that meant far too much, something deeper began to bloom. Each thread Prisha tugged unraveled another mystery-about her past, about those she called friends, and about the man whose eyes always lingered just a little too long. Because love doesn't arrive in declarations. Sometimes, it creeps in-slowly, silently-until it wraps around your heart like ivy. And when the masks fall, when the truths finally surface, the question remains: Who will still be standing? P.S: It is a slow burn romance

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