From female lead perspective,
I see myself as an ordinary girl with simple dreams. All I ever wanted was to be loved and cared for, and I believed that would lead to a happy life. However, life rarely unfolds as we envision. As time passed, I faced betrayals and heartache, and with each painful experience, my trust in others began to fade. The heart that once yearned to love has become tangled in confusion. I used to be eager to connect with people, but now I find myself hesitant and afraid to reach out. Instead, I converse with my art, immersing myself in a realm of fantasies. Gradually, I distanced myself from reality, relying on these dreams to escape. Recently, I moved to a new city for a project related to my studies, and there, I encountered someone who transformed my life and captured my heart. Yet, my feelings still linger for someone from my class, the one who has always made my heart race.
Male lead pov
From the moment I was born until I turned four, my memories are a blur, a chaotic mix of actions I can barely comprehend. As I reflect on my childhood, I can't help but feel like a monster. I remember the times I threw my brother into the fire or broke his hand—regrettable acts that haunt me. Even as I grew older, my memories didn't improve; I recall breaking a friend's teeth during a robbery. I never treated my friends well, driven by a desperate need to avoid loneliness. I engaged in fights, thefts, and mistreated my brother, all while feeling like the weakest version of myself. But when anger took over, I transformed into someone unrecognizable, hurting those I loved the most.
As I matured, I found friends who illuminated my life, yet I also encountered many who cast shadows over my spirit, including girls who dimmed my light and left me broken. There was a moment when I hit rock bottom, contemplating the end of my life. Just when I thought I would succumb to despair, she entered my world, becoming my closest ally.
This is merely a glimpse into the backstory of both characters. While the tale may not be entirely real, the emotions are genuine. I can't predict what the future holds for our true story, but I aim to craft a hopeful ending. I long to spend my remaining days in her embrace, cherishing every moment. If fate doesn't allow us to be together, then my life feels incomplete without her. I know my words may seem futile, but if you're willing, I invite you to join me on this journey. Just a note: the narrative will focus less on the female lead's backstory, as I wish to keep her secrets intact. So, I won't reveal everything.
In India, a writer's competition had been brewing for months, drawing participants to a special venue where they could showcase their talents. The story revolves around a captivating female lead, whose journey begins with her connection to nature.
"Oh no! How will I communicate with them? I don't even speak Hindi well, and my English isn't great either. I need to get ready; I'm already running late!" she exclaimed, hastily preparing to leave. She paused, contemplating her appearance. "I'm not a fan of makeup; I prefer my natural skin. The only thing I take care of are my nails. My hair and face always have a natural glow, and I don't use any cosmetics."
Once she was ready, she boarded the bus, heading to the city of dreams for the legendary writers' tournament. This competition had been in the works for months, and she felt a slight edge over those who only identified as writers, thanks to her artistic flair. Yet, her true validation came from her mother's praise, the warmth of a hug, and the words, "I'm proud of you."
As she thought about her crush from college, the one who made her heart race, she felt a mix of excitement and anxiety. Being an introvert, she had never mustered the courage to approach him, hoping he would make the first move. Who knew when that day would arrive? Lost in her thoughts, she eventually drifted off to sleep. When she opened her eyes again, she found herself at the venue, where she was greeted by some unexpectedly kind faces, leaving her pleasantly surprised.
From the perspective of the male lead,
I began crafting my novel out of sheer frustration with my life. Initially driven by various desires and motivations, I found myself gradually escaping reality. Over time, this endeavor transformed into a passion, a love for storytelling that blossomed after countless failed attempts and discarded narratives. Despite the disappointments, I cherished each story, even those born from desires that weren't truly my own, which often left me feeling resentful. However, as I reminisced about my best ideas, inspiration struck, and I envisioned a tale that could truly shine. Just as I was about to dive into this creation, a notification popped up—a chance to enter a competition called "The Writer Legend." This event promised not only potential rewards but also the opportunity to connect with a diverse array of writers, offering invaluable experience to enhance my craft. Yet, a nagging feeling warned me that this journey might bring pain. Hesitation gripped me, but then an overwhelming urge surged from deep within, overpowering that fear. It was a sensation I had never experienced before. Throughout my life, I had always followed my instincts, which had kept me safe from harm, even in dire situations. But this time, the pull was so profound that I knew I had to seize the opportunity. With that resolve, I accepted the invitation and prepared to leave, telling my parents it was a project-related trip. For the first time in 14 years, I was lying to them. As I settled into the bus, I reflected on my life and my current self. A wave of disdain washed over me whenever I thought of women, and I felt a deep-seated aversion. The only people who truly mattered to me were my mother, father, brother, and my one best friend. As the journey unfolded, I dozed off, and when I awoke hours later, we had arrived at our destination. Stepping off the bus, I was immediately struck by a scene unlike anything I had ever witnessed—girls chatting and laughing, their voices ringing out in a way that felt both foreign and intriguing.The energy radiating from them was a brilliant light in a sea of darkness. For a moment, I was taken aback by the stark contrast of this feeling. The group before me exuded the kind of vibrant aura I had always yearned for. Yet, beneath their cheerful smiles, I could sense an underlying sadness, a hidden fragility. Compelled by an instinct I rarely acted upon, I found myself drawn to them, stepping forward in a way I had never done before.