~ Abhishek Sharma just returned home from the U19 World Cup Tour, bringing back what India owns, the World Cup Trophy.
With his return, his cousin, Mithali Sharma also returned home from her boarding school for a few weeks with her three best frien...
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Unmukt Chand, an International Cricketer who plays for India A in the International side, Delhi in the Ranji Trophy and Mumbai Indians in the Indian Premier League. He's the youngest heartthrob of India.
Naina Singhania, an ordinary girl with big dreams. She's drop dead gorgeous with her eyes being the best feature of hers. Guys are head over heals for her. Being crowned as Miss. Universe is her dream.
Fate has something in store for these two. They meet. They get seperated. And they meet again. Were they meant to be friends or something more?
But for a fact, Unmukt knew that she was 'destined to be his'.
// First book..... so you can pretty much imagine the scenario. xD //
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"You know what matters? It's-"
"It's the journey that matters, not the destination."
"Wrong. It's not the journey or the destination, it's the seatmate that matters."
"True. As with any journey, who you travel with can be more important than your destination."
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《 Embark on the journey of love. It takes from yourself to yourself 》
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"Isn't it ironic how we kill flowers because we think that they're beautiful?" He asked, while I took hold of a yellow rose in my hand.
I chuckled at him before answering, "Isn't it ironic that my name is Ayushi?"
He rolled his eyes before an annoyed look found a way to his face.
"Perhaps the reason people are drawn to flowers is not only because of their outer beauty, but because they remind you beautiful things will bloom after the longest seasons of waiting." I said, smiling down at the beautiful flower in my hand.
"But why a yellow rose?" He questioned further.
"Yellow rose means remembrance."
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Checking the time on my watch, I barged out of my hotel room only to collide with someone.
A tub of chocolate ice cream splashed all over my white night dress.
Fuming with anger, I looked up to see the culprit who caused this damage, but froze as soon as I saw his face.
Shubman Gill stood right infront of me, smiling while scratching his neck, as the next sentence unknowingly escaped my mouth.
