What if the boy you once liked… was about to marry your best friend?
"Kuch baatein kabhi keh nahi jaati.
Kuch log kabhi samajh nahi paate.
Aur kuch mohabbat... sirf khud tak simat ke reh jaati hai."
School ke un dino mein, usne sirf ek chehra dekha tha — har lunch break mein, har assembly line mein, har farewell photograph ke peeche. Dil ne naam nahi liya, par khwab har raat ussi ko padhte the. Ek crush tha… halka sa, khushbudar, jaise naye register ki pehli page wali khushboo.
Hey, I won’t call myself a writer — not in the traditional sense. I don’t sit with plots and outlines. Stories just… come to me. In illusions, in fleeting thoughts, in quiet moments when no one’s watching. I’ve carried them in my head for so long — now I’m slowly learning to share them here. This space is where I turn those inner visions into something real. And as I begin this journey, I have a simple hope: to keep creating, growing, and maybe even turning this into something sustainable. Your support helps me do just that. Whether it’s to invest in better tools, dedicate more time to writing, or just believe that this strange little dream of mine is worth something — every bit of encouragement (monetary or not) keeps me going. If my stories speak to you — or even just linger in your mind a little — your support would mean the world. Thank you for reading. Thank you for being here.
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