Description
Rudra, an orphan, is all set to pursue her ambition. Neither does she expect her unknown past to unravel itself nor to find the love of her life. But vengeance and love remain hardly hidden. In her quest for identity, she stumbles upon love. Arjun who aspires to become an IPS officer is drawn to the mysterious rude girl, who he could not help but fall in love with. Her eyes are a mystery to which his heart is the clue. He helps her through her journey of finding her identity while learning his own. Cliché much? Consider a rich college, an orphanage, a group of funny friends, a cute baby, a bloodthirsty villain, a beautiful village, cops, Scorpios, guns, and guitar. Now tell me. ______*________ "Huh, don't you look...awesome?" Malar said. Arjun smirked, not taking his eyes off Rudra. He looked dashing in the clothes Rudra chose. "Well, whose selection is it?" Rudra scoffed, staring back at him. "Well, who's donning it?" Arjun retorted with a smirk. Suddenly Rudra tiptoed and yanked him by his collar. As he bent down to her level, confused and shocked, Rudra only patted his bent collar right. "You are insufferable, dork" she scoffed before letting him go. Mirni winked at a flabbergasted Arjun, while Malar giggled. _____*_______ #6 in Tamil; #11 in bike; #22 in Guitar This story is a SPIN-OFF to my first story, 'I'm Blessed To Be Me'. But this can also be read as a STANDALONE!
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