Sometimes, life makes you feel burdened. You are breathing but not living. Your working, earning, eating and breathing but not alive. Sometimes, it become so hard to survive, so hard to kept hopes intact and for believes to not die.
At times, it's become difficult to hold on. To get thought and to keep pushing.
Nobody knows if they merely breathing till they get to know what living feels like.
They say, the best comes after the worst. The brightest sun shines after the darkest night. After digging deep in heat you get cold water but who would tell if things already worst enough or get even worst. Who would tell if it's darkest yet or not and who would tell how deep to go further.
How long to hold on.
Until that day, you got your purpose.
Until that day, everything so far starts reasoning.
Until that day, realisation hits you of it all being a path to lead you to the place you truly belong.
Until that day, when someone collides and turn your way to your ultimate fate without even your knowledge.
Until that day, no house but someone's arms felt like home.
Until that day, for which you kept holding.
Until that one day, It all felt to be worth it.
Two persons are breathing in the same city, the same air in their own world quite opposite to each unknown of other ones existence, until they met.
Her fire to his ice.
His cold to her warmth.
Will her fire melt his heart or will his cold freeze her head?
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I hope you are liking the idea of this plot.
This is my second book, a little light and quite bold.
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