The Captive of True Love

I can’t believe I’m publishing this here. I mean, my lazy self has been quite inactive on WordPress for a while. Anyway, I’m back with a new story! I am going to publish one part a week.

I know this story is a fucking full of clichés. But those are my cliché and I lived them, so I’m gonna share them. (Yeah, some parts of this story are based on my own experiences. But it’s mostly fiction.)

Here you go:

Chapter 1: Intro

At the break of dawn, when the sun rays start to peep through the horizon, I used to frantically make my way through the empty streets with a backpack slung across my shoulders to reach the tuition center, hoping that no street dog will test my running speed once again.
This was my habitual routine every morning. I would arrive at the tutoring center at 4:45 am, a whole hour and fifteen minutes before my class began, just to ensure that I could sit near the window adjacent to her classroom. There, I could glimpse her as she used to get ready for the day ahead.

It was a straight-up miracle that I was doing this, ’cause I was the kind of person who thought paying for tutoring was a complete waste of time and money. Like, why pay somebody to teach you something you’d learn in school anyway? Plus, all of my older cousins had aced their exams without ever needing a tutor.

But love has a way of changing our perceptions, of making us do the most unexpected things. And so, I found myself foregoing my usual morning tennis practice to attend tutoring sessions, all because I had heard that Prapti was enrolled in the same class.

To be continued…

Wait for the next part to find out who is Prapti and who is the girl in the window and what are their roles in this story.

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