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"Symphony of the Ink Love Souls" follows Vinscent, a talented writer who loses his creative spark and haunted by the echoes of lost inspiration, leaving him adrift in a sea of uncertainty. Battling inner demons on a transformative journey-plunged into a deep creative abyss, in his quest for revival, he embarks on a profound journey of self-discovery, unearthing buried dreams and reclaiming his place in the literary world. Amid the shadows of doubt, a complex relationship with his best friend, Abhie, unfolds, fraught with unanswered questions and unspoken desires. As their connection deepens, Vinscent and Abhie realize their profound love for each other, leading them to embark on a beautiful journey together.

Chapter 1 Author's Note:

โ€ข | โ€ข

๐šƒ๐š‘๐š’๐šœ ๐š‹๐š˜๐š˜๐š” ๐š’๐šœ ๐š๐šŽ๐š๐š’๐šŒ๐šŠ๐š๐šŽ๐š ๐š๐š˜ ๐šŠ๐š•๐š• ๐š๐š‘๐š˜๐šœ๐šŽ ๐š ๐š‘๐š˜ ๐š‘๐šŠ๐šŸ๐šŽ ๐šŽ๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š› ๐šŽ๐šก๐š™๐šŽ๐š›๐š’๐šŽ๐š—๐šŒ๐šŽ๐š๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐šŽ๐š‹๐š‹ ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š๐š•๐š˜๐š  ๐š˜๐š ๐šŒ๐š›๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š๐š’๐šŸ๐šŽ ๐š’๐š—๐šœ๐š™๐š’๐š›๐šŠ๐š๐š’๐š˜๐š—, ๐š ๐š‘๐š˜ ๐š‘๐šŠ๐šŸ๐šŽ ๐š“๐š˜๐šž๐š›๐š—๐šŽ๐šข๐šŽ๐š ๐š๐š‘๐š›๐š˜๐šž๐š๐š‘ ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š๐šŽ๐š™๐š๐š‘๐šœ ๐š˜๐š ๐šž๐š—๐šŒ๐šŽ๐š›๐š๐šŠ๐š’๐š—๐š๐šข ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐šŽ๐š–๐šŽ๐š›๐š๐šŽ๐š ๐šœ๐š๐š›๐š˜๐š—๐š๐šŽ๐š›, ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š ๐š‘๐š˜ ๐š‘๐šŠ๐šŸ๐šŽ ๐š๐š˜๐šž๐š—๐š ๐šœ๐š˜๐š•๐šŠ๐šŒ๐šŽ ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š™๐šŠ๐šœ๐šœ๐š’๐š˜๐š— ๐š’๐š— ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š ๐š›๐š’๐š๐š๐šŽ๐š— ๐š ๐š˜๐š›๐š.

๐šƒ๐š˜ ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š๐š›๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š–๐šŽ๐š›๐šœ ๐š ๐š‘๐š˜ ๐š๐šŠ๐š›๐šŽ ๐š๐š˜ ๐šŒ๐š‘๐šŠ๐šœ๐šŽ ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐š’๐š› ๐šŠ๐š›๐š๐š’๐šœ๐š๐š’๐šŒ ๐šŸ๐š’๐šœ๐š’๐š˜๐š—๐šœ, ๐š๐š˜ ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐šœ๐šŽ๐šŽ๐š”๐šŽ๐š›๐šœ ๐š ๐š‘๐š˜ ๐šŽ๐š–๐š‹๐šŠ๐š›๐š” ๐š˜๐š— ๐š๐š›๐šŠ๐š—๐šœ๐š๐š˜๐š›๐š–๐šŠ๐š๐š’๐šŸ๐šŽ ๐š“๐š˜๐šž๐š›๐š—๐šŽ๐šข๐šœ ๐š˜๐š ๐šœ๐šŽ๐š•๐š-๐š๐š’๐šœ๐šŒ๐š˜๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š›๐šข, ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š๐š˜ ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š‹๐šŽ๐š•๐š’๐šŽ๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š›๐šœ ๐š’๐š— ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š™๐š˜๐š ๐šŽ๐š› ๐š˜๐š ๐š•๐š˜๐šŸ๐šŽ ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š’๐š๐šœ ๐šŠ๐š‹๐š’๐š•๐š’๐š๐šข ๐š๐š˜ ๐š‘๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š• ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š’๐š—๐šœ๐š™๐š’๐š›๐šŽ, ๐š๐š‘๐š’๐šœ ๐š‹๐š˜๐š˜๐š” ๐š’๐šœ ๐š๐š˜๐š› ๐šข๐š˜๐šž.

๐™ผ๐šŠ๐šข ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐šœ๐šŽ ๐š™๐šŠ๐š๐šŽ๐šœ ๐šœ๐šŽ๐š›๐šŸ๐šŽ ๐šŠ๐šœ ๐šŠ ๐šœ๐šข๐š–๐š™๐š‘๐š˜๐š—๐šข ๐š˜๐š ๐š‘๐š˜๐š™๐šŽ, ๐š›๐šŽ๐š–๐š’๐š—๐š๐š’๐š—๐š ๐šž๐šœ ๐š๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐šŽ๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š— ๐š’๐š— ๐š˜๐šž๐š› ๐š๐šŠ๐š›๐š”๐šŽ๐šœ๐š ๐š–๐š˜๐š–๐šŽ๐š—๐š๐šœ, ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐šœ๐š™๐šŠ๐š›๐š” ๐š˜๐š ๐šŒ๐š›๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š๐š’๐šŸ๐š’๐š๐šข ๐šŒ๐šŠ๐š— ๐š‹๐šŽ ๐š›๐šŽ๐š”๐š’๐š—๐š๐š•๐šŽ๐š, ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š‹๐šŽ๐šŠ๐šž๐š๐šข ๐š˜๐š ๐š•๐š˜๐šŸ๐šŽ ๐šŒ๐šŠ๐š— ๐š’๐š•๐š•๐šž๐š–๐š’๐š—๐šŠ๐š๐šŽ ๐š˜๐šž๐š› ๐š™๐šŠ๐š๐š‘๐šœ. ๐™ป๐šŽ๐š ๐šž๐šœ ๐šŒ๐šŽ๐š•๐šŽ๐š‹๐š›๐šŠ๐š๐šŽ ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š›๐šŽ๐šœ๐š’๐š•๐š’๐šŽ๐š—๐šŒ๐šŽ ๐š˜๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š‘๐šž๐š–๐šŠ๐š— ๐šœ๐š™๐š’๐š›๐š’๐š ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š’๐š—๐š๐š˜๐š–๐š’๐š๐šŠ๐š‹๐š•๐šŽ ๐š™๐š˜๐š ๐šŽ๐š› ๐š˜๐š ๐šœ๐š๐š˜๐š›๐šข๐š๐šŽ๐š•๐š•๐š’๐š—๐š.

๐™ธ๐š— ๐š–๐šŽ๐š–๐š˜๐š›๐šข ๐š˜๐š ๐š•๐š˜๐šœ๐š ๐š•๐š˜๐šŸ๐šŽ ๐š˜๐š—๐šŽ๐šœ, ๐š’๐š— ๐šŒ๐šŽ๐š•๐šŽ๐š‹๐š›๐šŠ๐š๐š’๐š˜๐š— ๐š˜๐š ๐š—๐šŽ๐š ๐š๐š˜๐šž๐š—๐š ๐š’๐š—๐šœ๐š™๐š’๐š›๐šŠ๐š๐š’๐š˜๐š—, ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š’๐š— ๐š๐š›๐šŠ๐š๐š’๐š๐šž๐š๐šŽ ๐š๐š˜ ๐šŠ๐š•๐š• ๐š๐š‘๐š˜๐šœ๐šŽ ๐š ๐š‘๐š˜ ๐š‘๐šŠ๐šŸ๐šŽ ๐šœ๐šž๐š™๐š™๐š˜๐š›๐š๐šŽ๐š ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š—๐šž๐š›๐š๐šž๐š›๐šŽ๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐šŒ๐š›๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š๐š’๐šŸ๐šŽ ๐šœ๐š˜๐šž๐š•๐šœ ๐š ๐š’๐š๐š‘๐š’๐š— ๐šž๐šœ, ๐š๐š‘๐š’๐šœ ๐š‹๐š˜๐š˜๐š” ๐š’๐šœ ๐š•๐š˜๐šŸ๐š’๐š—๐š๐š•๐šข ๐š๐šŽ๐š๐š’๐šŒ๐šŠ๐š๐šŽ๐š.

๐š†๐š’๐š๐š‘ ๐š•๐š˜๐šŸ๐šŽ ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐šœ๐šข๐š–๐š™๐š‘๐š˜๐š—๐šข,

๐™ท๐šŠ๐š›๐š’ ๐š‚๐šŠ๐š•๐šŠ๐šฃ๐šŠ๐š›

๐™ฐ๐š•๐š• ๐š๐š’๐š๐š‘๐š ๐š๐šŽ๐šœ๐šŽ๐š›๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š ยฉ ๐Ÿธ0๐Ÿธ๐Ÿน

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