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Snippet no. 4 out! You  can find it in the book " Heart'tales" !!

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Okay, so guys. I've realised that a lot - literally, A LOT - is wrong with DASTAAN. I've skimmed through the chapters, and I'm cringing at the shit I've written. So currently, I'm trying to edit it, and maybe change a lot in it. Maybe I'll change the contents of a chapter or two. 
          
          So, what I'm thinking is to put this story on hold for a while, as our boards and pre-boards are also coming up; draft most of the chapters, and post each of them at scheduled days.
          
          Thank you. 
          Love, 
          Neharika.

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Hi everyone!!! The 4th chapter is ready, but since tomorrow is Shreya's birthday ( Shreya is one of the authors of this account ) , the chapter will be posted tomorrow, as a gift for her, and you too! The teaser has been posted on our Instagram handle, so you can take a sneak peek there! 
          
          Ig handle:- contes_te_coeur
          
          Love, Neharika <3 !!

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I lay there, defeated, in the lap of the night, as it softly caresses my face, trying to provide me all of the love that the day deprived me of. All of the love; the love of the father, who 'loved' me, but not more than the money that keeps him going. The love of the mother, who hasn't been enough of a mother lately. The love of the grandmother who is too far gone in revenge to look back at the kid she raised. 
          I lay there, staring into the blank space endlessly, hoping to die, hoping that the fist-sized organ that beats in me - reminding me everyday, of the struggles I have to face, and of the pain I have to endure - is just as lazy as me, hoping, that it gets tired enough, to stop circulating the red fluid inside my body, not letting me witness the pitter-patter of the rain, or the scorching sun that other people might witness, the next day. But I know, I'll stay right here, struggling through the day, somehow, making through it, and lay down here, again, the following night, and the same thoughts will invade my mind, cause I am too much of a coward to stop this damned life voluntarily, and too attached with this materialistic world to leave all the things that may await me, in the future. (probably not, just another hope)
          
          ~Neharika :⁠)