Previously known as The Text
Meher Patel, was just a normal 16 year old. Just like any other person she was preparing for her boards, enjoying the last year of school with her friends and dreaming about Farewell.
Meher, had a thing for books. She loved them. So when she wrote one , her friends encouraged her to post it. She did. Though, she didn't have much response, she was still satisfied with what she had because she wrote that book just for fun.
But then, she receives a text. A text from a guy, A guy she doesn't recognize but that didn't matter to her, what did was the appreciation he wrote for her in that text.
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Meher didn't pay attention to her surroundings as she was lost in her thoughts as a result she bumped into someone while playing garba.
"Sorry!! I'm really sorry", Meher apologized to the someone, who was apparently a guy.
Meher finally looked up observing the guys appearance. The guy was quite taller than her, he looked handsome and the royal blue kurta actually really suited his a little tanned skintone.
Then his eyes met hers. They shared an eye contact and the world just stopped. She felt butterflies in her stomach and blood rushed to her cheeks causing her to blush slightly just from one shared eye contact.
"It's ok, Meher?? ", He said sounding a little hesitant.
" How did you know my Name?! ", Meher questioned, then she realized she was actually wearing a daily pass with her name written on it, " Accha, pass se?!"
"Ji nai, Author ji. Aapne hume pehchana nai ", the guy said as he raised his eyebrows.
Meher's heartbeat quickened as the weight of his words settled in. It was HIM. It was actually HIM!! The guys standing in front of her was Aarnik!!
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Read the story to find out more.
In Moiral, fate and destiny are very serious business.
Once a year, all 16-year-olds are taken to the Fatereaders, who place a special ink on the arm of the teenagers and reveal their place in history.
The savior. The hero. The lover. The warrior. The survivor. The victim. The bystander. The coward. The traitor. The villain.
Jinx Raven doesn't like her fate and thinks that any sane person wouldn't like her fate either.
She finds herself in the middle of something no one should ever be, facing an enemy as old as time; destiny.
Freedom is a privilege no one can afford to have. Peace is a lost memory. Happy endings are just a long forgotten fairy-tale.
But you know what Jinx says to that?
"Damn fate. I'm making my own."
*COMPLETED*