We Were... The Contrast .
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Last published Sun, Jun 7, 2026
What happens... when two artists meet ?? Two different colours , two different art forms , two different lives , two different stories, two different personalities but the same ache.........
Wanna know????
Come into the *Vani's World* !
Dive into this story and I will show the ocean of meticulous moments , a river of romance which will flow you straight into the fairytale and the pragmatic plot twists which will break your heart into the pieces but you will still bear it 'cause that's how the reality of life looks like .......
Here I will show you a palate filled with colours but at the end something which stays is the stain of black.......
First time writing a story so ofc I am expecting your suggestions and hoping that you would like it . Please read it and join my world where only vani and words live .....
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