"Between what we were and what we became... lies the edge of us."
*They weren't meant to cross paths. But fate doesn't ask for permission-it creates disasters.*
Anaisha Sharma never wanted attention. Especially not in a school that thrived on whispers, reputations, and boys who thought the world revolved around their name. She had her past, her silence, and her plan: survive the year unnoticed.
Enter Ekagr Malhotra - the brooding perfectionist with a mic in hand and heartbreak in his voice. Cold. Arrogant. Untouchable.
And Dhruv Arora - quiet eyes, kind soul, and a heart that speaks in silence. Her comfort, her friend, her maybe.
In a world of spotlights and shadows, Anaisha finds herself caught between two boys, two versions of herself, and a truth she's not ready to face.
He was the chaos she never wanted.
She was the calm he didn't know he craved.
But on the edge of love, pride, and heartbreak - someone always falls first.
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**Enemies. Friends. Almost lovers.**
This isn't a love triangle.
It's a slow unraveling of hearts that were never supposed to beat in sync.
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Je vais loin, pourras-tu me suivre ? | Chronique de Jawaher
81 parts Ongoing
81 parts
Ongoing
Elle est marocaine. Il est algérien.
Elle essaye de le fuir. Il essaye de la suivre.
Elle essaye de ne pas tombée amoureuse. Il l'est déjà.
Elle a peur pour lui. Il a peur pour elle.
Elle veut pas ressentir. Il ressent pour elle.
Deux âmes sœurs, mais un monde à dos.