This is novel is about a ordinary average teenage school boy falling for a average girl who is his classmate but as time pass the feeling he have on her and due to his unsolved mind thoughts he is confused about the feeling he has .....
"A Most Exquisite Tale of Love's Awakening, Penned by the Stars Themselves"
"The world began anew with the dawning of the year, as if the heavens themselves had conspired to weave a tale most wondrous. He, a soul on the cusp of eighteen, stood at the threshold of youth's fleeting twilight, where the golden hours of teenage dreams whispered their farewell. 'Why,' he pondered, as the winds of time carried the sighs of a thousand lovers past, 'do I remain untouched by Cupid's fiery dart? While others, younger still, have danced in the gardens of passion, their hearts aflame with devotion's sweet torment, mine remains a solitary bloom, unplucked by love's tender hand.'
This vexing thought, like a shadow ever-present, haunted his early days in the hallowed halls of college. The laughter of enamored souls echoed through the corridors, their stolen glances and whispered vows a symphony to which his heart knew not the steps. 'Am I not worthy of love's grand design?' he mused, his spirit restless as the autumn leaves that trembled before winter's embrace. 'Or is destiny but a fickle muse, delaying my fate for a tale yet untold?'
Then, as the Bard himself once proclaimed, 'The course of true love never did run smooth,' and thus our hero resolved to turn his gaze inward. 'If love eludes me still,' he declared, 'then I shall be the master of mine own destiny! Let my mind be sharp as the scholar's quill, my body swift as the athlete's stride, and my heart—ah, my heart—shall remain untouched, a fortress unbreached by fleeting fancy!'
Yet, as the poet Baradhiyar whispered to the stars, 'Even the mightiest river bends to the ocean's call,' and so too did curiosity stir within him. With the fervor of a seeker unraveling life's grandest mystery, he sought the signs—the tremors of the heart, the stolen sighs, the fevered dreams that betray love's sweet affliction. 'What sorcery is this,' he wondered, 'that turns wise men to fools and fools to poets?'
And lo, as Vaali's verses once foretold, 'Love comes not with warning, but like the monsoon's first rain—sudden, drenching, inevitable.' Little did he know, destiny's loom was weaving a tapestry far grander than he dared imagine… for the most enchanting chapter of his tale had only just begun."
To Be Continued, For Love's Greatest Stories Are Never Truly Told—They Are Lived… 🕊️