Prologue(edited)

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A Jet landed at mumbai airport India and a handsome person came out near 20 to 21 ,he was looking very handsome his eyes were hidden by sunglasses.

I am back to destroy you, I became that you can't even imagine, he smirked and here a black sports car comes out drive takes his luggage and he sit on driving sit and left from airport like cyclone, yes he is a cyclone.

The phone was continuously ranging in the car he was getting irritated because it stopped the car and he came out from car he was upto pick the call

A girl pulled me I was shocked at her, how dare anyone touch me, she was up to I fall I don't know why I grabbed her waist, voice come dummm blast.

(Just this imagine scene behind them)

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(Just this imagine scene behind them)

A truck bumped into my car, but my eyes was stuck on her, her face was covered by her hair her long hair and her hand was on her ears she was looking down ,
I can't see her face, I don't know why but I want to see her face, I remove my sunglasses to clear the view more, she puts her hand on her face removing her finger from her eyes in v shape, showing me her brown eyes she take look towards car hasssss praan ju ke kripa se (Praanju means another name of RadhaKrishna).

Then she looked at me and she was freeze for a second.

Then she struggles to come out of my hold, I don't want to, but I leave.

The wind was going so fast her hair was flowing on her face hiding her from me like the whole world to hide her from me but still her brown eyes I can still see them.

she looked down and wrapped a white scarf on her face and now she open her mouth tum anda ho kya tumhe dikhai nahi deta kya woh truck tumhara pass aari koi aapne phone itna kaise ko skta hai woh bhi road hokar( are you blind or what can't you see the truck how can you lost in phone on road) and woh truck driver konse nashe mai hai woh (and that truck driver is he drunk or what, if anyone said me this person not stand on his legs still.

My eyes were on her pink lips her lips were moving from that net scarf like teasing me making my view blur with that scarf and the rain started pouring water on us touching our body making my front view more clear her white scarf started becoming the second layer of her skin showing me her rosy pink lips was clear to and her small round nose.

She was yelling at me looking straight in my blue eyes with her pretty pairs of brown eyes hiding many thing.

She saved my life after my maa, she was the one who wanted me to see me alive,she is the person who saved me that made me feel something in my chest made me release what I was doing. .

I came out from my thoughts I couldn't see her I moved my orbs to find her.

She sitting on scooty with a boy I feel little jealous I don't know why only in first meeting I feel her so familiar to me, I want to stop her but scooty started I can only see her disappearing finger.

She sits on scooty Oyee makad (monkey) Chal mumma call aaya tha ghar bulari phele late hogaya pakka data khaaya ge. (Let's go bro mumma calling us to come fast we are already late mumma will definitely get angry hmm).

What happens there, that boys ask.

The truck bumped the car and car blast.

Your fine na didi(big sister).

She nodded and he scooty started.

The story will continue 1 month later of this prologue.

(Total 740 words)

Hope you guys like the prologue.

Be connect to story it not a dark story this story shows true love, Faith , believe and trust. You will like the story of this little different type of story slowly you will understand both the characters there mysteriously because of their past, secrets and one more thing guys try imagine the scene it give you more good experience.

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(This emoji show time skip at next sence)

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