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Vihaan(19) - An art student, a prodigy since he was a kid. Everyone told him that his talent should not be wasted... But did anyone see him? Did anyone ask him what he wanted? NO. All everyone saw was his art...His parents never loved him unconditionally.. But when he wins an art competition.. BOOM.. He is the best son. And unknowingly he started to rely on it too much.. To make his parents like him, pay attention to him.
-Did he like making art? (Read the story to find out)
Akshit(19) - Also an art student. He liked to draw. When he saw Vihaan's art (when he was a kid) he was mesmerized and wanted to be an artist too. But Did he ever win any art competition he participated in? NO..And it was always because of VIHAAN. He hated the fact he never won. It started to feel like everyone was better than him. He practiced and practiced but it was never enough. He tried every art style he could find.. And slowly it started to work out and he won for the first time. But at what cost.. HE LOST HIS OWN STYLE. He felt TRAPPED.
(What happens when Vihaan and Akshit crosses paths and are in the same university. Will they be rivals like always and hate each other or will their story take a twist. )
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