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Twitchy was his type, and he couldn't help twitching his fingers every now and then. What else was expected of the IT expert? He'd even made his name out of codes. He didn't mind. Love wasn't something that was supposed to be on his plate until she swung in, in his life and turned it upside down - literally. This time, yet again love wasn't what was supposed to be on his plate after the bygone. The woman he fell in love with already belonged to someone else. Friendship wasn't something he simply wanted to settle for; regardless of the matter that he knew that he couldn't have anything else. That made him twitchier. He knew that love was something that wasn't supposed to be in his fate because code numbers were not supposed to find partners. She was the dandelion amidst the stalks of grass that surrounded her. She was the breath of air, in the odour of muggy, slimy creepers. She was yellow in stretches of grey. She was someone, who'd been born herself out from that grey, and pulled her to become the dandelion of the grass. She was tipsy in her own world. She was the one who loved turning people's lives upside down. She loved metaphors of the greenery; she loved being called names of flowers. What else do you expect from a botanist? But one experience from the past had made her steer clear away from love. She winked at boys, flirted, had her own fun time staring at the hot bodies; which included one of her best friends too but love was something which she'd reduced to ashes as soon as they were placed on her plate. What happens when technology meets flora? What happens when twitchy meets tipsy? What would happen when Twilight and Dusk collide? They were yet to know. Highest Ranking: #39 in Chicklit Cover By: @ImaginatorAF
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