The Muse To My Music

The Muse To My Music

Azkaazi

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A girl and a boy, two different people from two different cities. Came to one place by destiny to fall in love with each other as they find their love by their passion. His Singing, Her Baking. Getting strong together in love passing the hurdles.

Chapter 1 Prologue

Mumbai....

City of dreams.....

Two strangers....

From different citis....

Came there....

Coz of the needs....

Both are different.....

So are there preferences....

One want to be scientist....

Other want to be architecture.....

One has cooking as her hobby....

Other has music as his hobby....

One works for her need....

One works for his passion....

Will they meet???

Or will remain strangers???

Not knowing about eachother...

Or if they meet???

Will they be able to fall in love????

Or ignore their feelings????

What is written in their destiny????

To meet???

Or to stay stranger???

To know join the ride....

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Girls pov: I came out of the train.... and looked around..... Finally im here.... MUMBAI.... THE CITY OF DREAMS.... finally i will be able to fulfill appa's dream.... o shit.... i had to inform amms.... how can i forgot that.... i dialed amms number.... and on the first ring she picked it up....

Amms: hello kanna... where are you??? Your train had to reach at 8:30.... so why are you calling me at 8:45.... are u ok???

Me: amms im fine.... its just i was taking out my luggage....

Amms: ok... take the taxi carefully and then went directly to your hostel...

And me after telling amms cut the call.... and went out with my two bags.... i looked around to see people were almost running here and there.... i booked a taxi and went to me hostel.....

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Boys pov: I came out of the bus.... and the conductor passed me my bags from the roof of the bus.... and taking my bags.... i looked at the number which dad gave me.... and after calling the person.... i booked a taxi and sat in it.... while i was going to my small apparment.... i looked around the city.... MUMBAI.... THE CITY OF DREAMS.... And im here to fulfill my dreams.... i hope this city had something good for me....

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How the two strangers and gonna met???? Stay tuned.... #okthanksbye

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