Time Changes, and so does the way we perceive things.
Will Aashna succeed or will she just succumb to failed determination?
What is her Identity?
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Sia was dressed and ready to go to her favourite restaurant. It was their anniversary and Nikhil had made dinner reservations for them at 9 PM and promised a surprise. Sia liked surprises, and she was looking forward to the evening. She had worn the new Peacock Blue dress. Blue, was Nikhil’s favourtie colour. Nikhil was stuck in traffic. He
People were staring at her. Sia knew that, they always did but she did not care for those glares and sniggers; she knew they would not understand. As she turned another page, she laughed silently as she remembered the coffee stains on this one, and the little girl that caused the coffee to fall from the cup in her hands onto
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