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MAN WITH FLOWER 
          
          Last week, while I was standing at a bus stop waiting for my bus, I noticed a man walking a little ahead of me. His clothes were not fashionable just a simple shirt and pants. His hair was neatly combed, and the smell of hair oil reached my nose. It was a little annoying to me, but for him, it probably felt pleasant. In his hand, he held a red rose, maybe plucked from a park or a roadside rose plant.
          
          Overall, nothing about him looked luxurious at all. Yet somehow, in my eyes, he looked very expensive. His shoes were dirty. The dust on them screamed that he had come from very far, just to see someone or meet someone.....
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/404174949?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=imprisoner

“And one day we all start wondering about life the very moments we lose while thinking between ‘what if?’ and ‘what will?’
          Such is the beauty of being an adult, the one we all dreamed about in those late nights?” - Aria 
          
          From : Sometimes Confession Is Hard 
          
          UPDATE SOON~ 

He: You like the night?
          
          She: I like peace.
          
          He: What do you think?
          
          She: About what?
          
          He: Marriage…!
          
          She sighed.
          
          She: I can’t do it. I can’t act like I want something when I don’t even know what I want. What do I want? *she narrowed her eyes*
          
          Every morning I ask myself Aria, what do you want?
          And Aria doesn’t answer me. 
          
          Lines from “Sometimes Confession Is Hard” 

Heyy author I have exams so that's why I'm not reading that much. After my exams are over I will definitely read your book (⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠)｡⁠◕⁠‿⁠◕⁠｡

NEW BOOK ! ＼(^-^)／

Heyy can you tell me your update schedule bcoz I didn't open this account regularly and if you're okay can we follow each other on insta? And tell me about schedule (⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠)(⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠)

Heyy, I don't know you will reply or not but just wanted to say I refa your criminals never feel pain. And I love it ❤ genuinely. Our story is different from what I mostly read in wattpad. Waiting for updates. Keep writing, buddy 

It’s not like I hate her... but maybe I felt jealous. Maybe that’s what made me angry. But I don’t even know why to be angry like, why? Why does someone else’s happiness make me angry? Why do I want to snatch their happiness... their wide smiles?
          
          Slowly, I’m becoming the villain of the story. The one who hates others’ happiness... just because he has none.
          
          I’m that villain now. 
          
          [ Lines From My Book ] Sometimes Confession Is Hard 

I never enjoyed being in crowds—not because I didn’t want to, but because they made me uncomfortable. They made me... silent. And slowly, I became silent even in my alone time. Silent around my family... around my boyfriend.
          
          Maybe that’s why he left me.
          
          
          
           [ Lines From My Book ] 

The suffering from sleeplessness is worse than anything. It depresses you, breaks you. I try hard to sleep, but it never comes early. It's 12 a.m., and I'm still awake. My eyes are closed, but my mind keeps running. I truly try to stop it, but... it never stops quickly. It takes time, slowly consumes me, and then finally gives me sleep—like I'm fighting for sleep with myself, with the other part of me that wants to stay awake and alert.
          
          Aria