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Alizeh: "See yaa" I reached the metro station and booked the cab for her home. On the whole way my heart pumped like anything, I was very nervous, firstly to meet her and then to meet her family, I thought how was I gonna meet them, how were they gonna react, if they were going to like me or not, but I knew one thing that Alizeh would be happy if I as there, so I guess for her I can bear anything and this is a part of it. I though seeing her happy will make all the tension in mind go away, I knew that and that gave me a little confidence before finally I reached her home.As soon as I reached, I messaged her - Varun: "Come down, I am standing outside your house"

My footsteps echo, lamps lighting and going out as I pass through the aisles. Shelf number 89. And on its 11th row must be that memoir. How I’m going to reach the 11th row is another question entirely. I can barely reach upto the eighth one. I look around for any kind of ladder of stepping stone but come up short. I blow out an irritated breath. Forgive me, knowledge. I step on the fourth row books, and grab the wood above to reach the eleventh row and start reading the names on the spines of books there. After several tomes about travels across this world, I find the one I’m looking for.

It read: Dear Felicity, It seems time has come for you to know who we really are, this book has everything you need to know but to open it, you will require the key. Remember, be yourself. Time is a step forward but attitude is a step backward. Be it in light or dark, your heart is your guide. They will come for you, and the choice to trust will be up to you. I’ll be by your side. And whatever you need, I will provide. Head downstairs and say ‘yes’.

I don’t have a phone I can use to reach either of them; I haven’t had a phone for days now. I flip the page of the self-help book which I’d grabbed from duty-free earlier, internally hating myself for not picking one of the other enticing fiction books I’d seen, but I thought about sleep, and the fact that I’d have to induce myself on this flight back to actually make it through, and went with it. It’s a book about the power of conversations, which I find ironic because of the situation I’m currently in, and because nothing in the past three pages I’ve read seemed helpful.

' My Daemon warned me and then retreated into the confines of my mind. ************ Note: Don't forget to like, comment, and share the book! This really helps it grow on the platform

And chaos is just fear wearing a different mask. --- The mail comes at noon. Bills. A catalog. A letter from Mireille — she and Hana are traveling through Italy, eating pasta, arguing about directions. She sounds happy. The kind of happiness that comes from choosing something instead of running from it. There's also a package. Brown paper, no return address. I open it on the porch. Inside, a book. A memoir. The cover is simple — a photograph of the Seine at dawn, gray and gold and beautiful. The title: The CEO Already Knew.

or so he says. But I can't tell Cindy that, so I gather every bit of courage that I can find and puff out my chest, "Don't judge a book by its cover. I'm not always quiet, and there is more to me than meets the eye." After speaking, an uncomfortable silence falls, and I stare down at the ground while my heart pounds so fast I fear it might punch its way out of my chest. This is the first time I've ever stood up for my chance. I'm proud but also...terrified—what if I sounded ridiculous right now?

After a few minutes, I couldn’t breathe at all. My eyelids grew heavy, the world around me blurred, and my legs gave out beneath me. The last thing I felt was Nikolai’s arms catching me just before I hit the ground, and the last thing I prayed for was my baby’s safety before the darkness consumed me. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Guys, I have recently published a book on K!ndle. It is free for KU users. Title ~ Hate to love you: A Fake Marriae and Second chance romance by Shikha Gupta. Message me on !nst@, if you can't find it. !nst@ ID - dayyyyydreamerrr

This book's currently being edited and minor changes are expected. This is where the book should end, I guess. Let us meet again at the start of another journey. Love lots and Thank you! ---Giuseppe Astrid

Finally I spoke, "Where exactly are we mom? I thought the book was to tell me everything." "Well dear, the book actually brought you here so I could speak with you. Sure it tells you everything but I needed to tell you all of this in person, well as in person as we could get. In a sense you're in your self conscious. A piece of your mind that you find peace in." "I was awake though when I opened the book. Shouldn't I have been asleep?" "On that part the page summoned you here. In a way you're asleep but I have faith that Slate is waiting beside you for your return."