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Written On Stars -> When The Sky Falls

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Sometimes, the biggest wounds are the ones no one sees. Not the ones that bleed, but the ones that break you silently-slowly. Kriti Sharma had always been the kind of girl who smiled even when her heart felt heavy. She held her dreams close, her emotions closer. But life isn't fair to the soft-hearted. One betrayal. One failure. One moment of being misunderstood-and her world collapsed like a house of cards. They said she was being rude. Dramatic. Unstable. No one asked if she was okay. Except him. Arjun Mehta had always known there was more to her silence than anger. He had seen the way she faked strength and swallowed tears. But nothing prepared him for the day she fell-literally and emotionally. And when she woke up in that hospital bed, remembering no one but him, he knew something had changed forever. This isn't just a story about heartbreak or healing. It's about how, sometimes, forgetting the world is the only way to find the one who never forgot you.
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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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