Hii all

Hope you all enjoy the story

may be all girls are same

We don't know how to be as we are trying to imposter as other on whom everyone have fantasy

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Can really we like others as they are🧐💭

May be we all will for whom we understand, but not everyone have time to understand others

If we found them then we are lucky

I think you got the idea of the story

Let see how this story goes between these two characters

Hope you all enjoy the story

Take care

See you next episode

Hii to all my purekhalu

you all know the meaning of this but it's my language

Purekhalu( petals)

Delicate yet beautiful combined creates a awesom flower which creates peace

Thoughts, hopes, dreams

These are what which shape us as we are

This is how My story created

sweety a normal girl who had a simple life with fell of nature

Born as a ray of light for her parents

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Every person will not become friends in an instant starts with courage to speak

Here is it very first step of life, it teaches the way of communication

everyone would mention your environment is the first step to the mind which is going to be build

people1: not you the main lead

people2: 😒

Everyone had started to bow and live, life is a journey which we choose to travel for enjoying the nature but it became a authority fight

see you all in the next episode petals

"anthavaraku selavu! jagartha"

Hiii petals

Life is not simple for everyone

boys grow a large emotional distance in expressing due to multiple reasons

they are been moulding to be strong in any situation

A little simple science petals if you guys don't mide

Girls are rivers — fierce with feeling, currents of color and quiet storms. They spill light where they move, their hearts the tide that shapes the world. Boys are the banks that hold the rush, stone and soil learning to stay strong, not to cage the water, but to keep it safe as it runs wild.

😅 Is it confusing

Consider this as girls energy

needs a solid container to hold

isn’t it how boys are ment to be

The betrayals

They call it fear when girls walk alone, when they pull back from boys like smoke from flame, but sometimes distance is the only armor they own. Boys can’t hide in that silence — they’re bound to the storm, learning its voice, standing shoulder to shoulder, so one day they can shield the light they love.

Even though they move up looking up for better place

so lets see

She moves like a whisper in a room too loud, tripping on dreams she stitched together last night. Her hands tremble when she reaches for the world, yet she does — and that’s her kind of courage. He walks with cracks running deep through his chest, each one a map of battles survived in silence. He looks steady, built of shadow and steel, but inside, the light flickers, tender and unsure. When they meet, it isn’t perfection — it’s the gentle clash of two undone hearts. She teaches him how to feel again, he reminds her she already shines. Together, they stand — not whole, but healing, not flawless, but fierce in their becoming.