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Didn’t try to explain more. “Why did you lie to me?” I asked, breaking the silence between us. He looked up at me, clearly caught off guard. “What do you mean?” “All those stories you told me,” I continued, trying to keep my voice steady. “About growing up in a small apartment in Atlanta. About learning to code on a second-hand laptop while your mom worked double shifts and your dad had lost his job.” He stared at me, stunned, as if he hadn’t expected me to figure it out.

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"My friend gave me a coupon for karaoke. We can do 2 hours for half the price. What do you say?" "Karaoke? Well, I've always wanted to try going to one." "You haven't gone to one?? Dude, what have you been doing with your youth?" "I don't go out much, so I haven't tried a lot of things yet." "That's it!" White suddenly exclaimed. "I know what we're doing today!"

Dear Readers, We’re closing in on 300 chapters and soaring past 300,000 words! I can’t believe how far we’ve come, and it’s all thanks to you. This story wouldn’t be what it is without your time, energy, and unfiltered reactions pushing me forward.

Then, she said, “You know what this sounds like, right?” Amelia narrowed her eyes. “Don’t say it.” Maya grinned. “Enemies to lovers.” Amelia groaned. “Maya, I swear—” “Just saying,” Maya sang. “It’s a classic trope.” “Not our trope,” Amelia shot back. Maya giggled. “We’ll see.” Amelia rolled her eyes. “Anyway,” she said, “enough about him. I have other news.” “Ooh,” Maya said. “Spill.”

This journey of writing has been a voyage of self-discovery, where I have learned as much about myself as I have about the craft of storytelling. I believe that stories are the threads that weave our shared human experience. They have the power to transcend cultural, geographical, and temporal boundaries, reminding us of our common humanity. Whether through the written word, oral tradition, or digital mediums, stories connect us, inspire us, and challenge us to grow. It is my hope that my words will find a resonance with readers, that they will evoke emotions, provoke thoughts, and spark conversations.

Why does she feel like a stranger when she stares at the busy street of Athens, she wants to be like one of them and without learning their language, she will never be one of them. Lucky her, Hussain did try to teach her but damn, the language was not as easy as she thought it will be. She could only get the basic things like please and thank you. "What are you thinking about my love?" Hussain asked kissing the crock of her neck. That was her weak point and he knew it but he decided to be using it against her.

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(And still I don't want a title of 'God'). The wide lap of this eternal sky is the shelter of every homeless and hopeless soul of the Ard. And that kid was also one of them, and I was interested in what if I cuddle his life with the huddles of lies. I narrated his life as a fact and people believe in it as a myth.