A Million Ways To Kill Your Boyfriend

A Million Ways To Kill Your Boyfriend

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Sixteen year-old Kazumi had grown to be quite the charmer. All her life, she'd been surrounded by everyone who adored her. She'd be breaking hearts here and there by simply saying "No." Kazumi never imagined herself with anyone, she was a free spirit who didn't want to be contained. Although that changed one fateful day when she met Ravi. He had been the one to charm her instead of the other way around. She soon found herself under his spell, "lost in love" as so many may say. After dozen of dates, she finally said "yes" to him. Was she finally tamed by this boy? Would she be able to keep her free spirit under control, or would she want to go back to her normal self?
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She knew he'd been in love before. Not just once, not just in passing. Real, deep, messy love. And maybe that should've been her sign to keep her distance. To not let herself feel too much. But instead, it made her pause. Because the way he talked about them-the girls before her- it wasn't bitter. It wasn't dramatic. It was quiet. Thoughtful. Almost gentle. He remembered birthdays, late-night calls, stupid little details no one else would hold on to. He loved them well. Or at least, he tried. And that's what messed her up. Because it made her want to fall even harder. And at the same time, it made her want to run. She wasn't afraid of his past. She was afraid that someone like him-someone who had already given so much-might not have anything left for her. Or worse, that he would love her the same way. And she'd fall for it, just like they did. And end up as another name he says gently, years, from now.

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