Drugged Love (On Hold)

Drugged Love (On Hold)

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Highest rank : #46 in mystery/thriller Elena is the hot grade-A student of the school. Ishan is shy, laid back and a nobody. Her dad is a rich businessman, his dad barely makes ends meet. What happens when their worlds collide? Two complex characters in a city clouded with drugs, meet in this story of love, murder, deception and secrets. When love is drugged, is it love? Or is it only a recipe for chaos and destruction? Cover made by : @-skygraphics
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He saw her for the first time on her birthday. She never knew about his feelings. Years passed-same school, same university-but he never found the words. This is the story of a quiet love, unspoken and unwavering. A boy who waited. And a girl who never knew she was being waited for...🦋 ***************************************** She opened the box slowly, dust rising from its lid. Inside, neatly stacked, were envelopes. Dozens of them. Each one marked in the same familiar handwriting. "Isha - Happy birthday! ❤️" She blinked, her fingers trembling as she picked one. Inside was a card-simple, handmade. Tucked with it, a folded note. A letter. "I don't know if I'll ever have the courage to give you this. But if I do... happy birthday, Isha. I think I've loved you since the day you walked past me, smiling at everyone but me." She pulled out another envelope. Same card. Same quiet confession. Year after year. Her eyes welled up. He had written to her every birthday. He had loved her-through years, through silence, through time. And not once had he asked for anything in return. She turned to Siddharth, who stood quietly at the door, watching her find his years of longing-one envelope at a time. "You waited this long...?" she whispered. He moved to her and wiped her tears, looked at her with that same old softness in his eyes. "I was waiting for a day when... you'd look at me the way I've looked at you all these years." ***************************************** Join me on this journey to uncover the depths of love and longing...🎀

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