A Life After Goodbye

A Life After Goodbye

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Complete Tue, Sep 1, 202637m

Fanfic

Alternate Universe (AU)

One shot

Famous Figure: Athlete

Sports

Tagscricket harmandhana harmanpreetkaur harmansmriti iwct

[ONESHOT] They loved each other without ever saying it. Until one day, Harman decided that leaving was easier than letting Smriti watch her fall apart. Smriti never knew the reason. She only knew that the person who once felt like home had suddenly become a stranger. A year later, the truth would find her. But by then, Harman had already been gone for far longer than Smriti could have imagined. Some stories are about finding love. Some are about losing it. And some are about finding your way back... when you thought there was nothing left to return to.

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