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May We Never Meet Again.

She was light in his life, But for her, he is a depth of darkness. She was schemed and harmed, but he never knew when he knew she was gone... Does she wish never to meet him again? But is it possible... Everything that happens is the destiny of people. Is it possible to change the future? She is a mystery so much that even her birth is also mysterious, Everyone says she is cold-blooded, she never smiles, never talks more than required she was called ice queen. But is it true? She was once a girl who always smiles, and once upon a time, everyone called her chatterbox. What changed? What secret is she keeping from everyone? What is the reason that she is hiding even in her nightmare? Come on, let's find out. Join the journey of a girl who bore the pain for a year when she countered no one of her enemies' ability to requital. After years she became strong and independent and slapped those faces, which caused her great pain once a time. ***** I edit the cover, but the photo belongs to their respective owners. I have no right over this photo. All credits belong to the owner. ***** Contact The Author, Discord: AstreaGounji#9732 My Instagram: astreagounji

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Flashback : Who Says Men Shouldn't Cry?

Now the feeling of inferiority has slowly started to disappear, or maybe he is just trying to push in the back of his mind.

He tried to look at the eyes of Ansh with courage.

But those dark eyes are like an abyss, which is pulling him in, his heart trembles, he feels his soul sucked inside.

He tried to look away but he couldn't because he can feel Ansh's stare, so he slowly bent his head downwards, 

Then only he realized that he again became inferior to Ansh.

When he whipped his head upside, he felt that his mind was mocking him.

'No matter how much he is aged or how much he is experienced but he doesn't even compare to the boy, who is wet behind the ear'

He felt he is still low, even in front of the person he always regarded as waste and outcast.

So he tried to ease the discomfort, 

"What do you think about the thing I said?" Junior Butler probed little.