Hi guys, this is my first chat story

I am cherry

Please don't mind my mistakes.

For today let's start with the character introduction and a tiny trailer 🫣

Name: Yuvaan kairav suryavanshi Age: 19 Family: Both parents(alive) Siblings:Only child Personality: Silent, calm, Stoic, sarcastic, intelligent, likes being alone Hobbies: Listening to songs, loves photography and painting ~ Likes being alone, doesn't like annoying people ~ Loves watching old movies ~ A good artist ~ Only sweet to his loved ones ~ Hated by his family because of something which happened years ago ~ Rudraksh is the only friend he ever had ~ Rudraksh is the only one who is allowed to call him "Yuv" "A lone figure drifting through the fog, surrounded by silence and a mind full of thoughts"

Name: Rudraksh advay singhania Age : 19 Family: Both parents (alive) Siblings: Has a younger sister (Anika) Personality: Rude, short-tempered, possessive, protective Hobbies: Playing guitar ~ The typical play boy character ~ Very rude to strangers, but caring with his loved ones ~ Loves car racing, smoking ~ The only friend of Yuvaan ~ Good at playing guitar ~ His family especially his parents adore Yuvaan ~ Only he is allowed to call him "Rudra" "A storm disguised as a man, wrapped in veins and sculpted into a beautiful face"

Just a tiny glimpse

Okie people, that's all for today

Just an extra

A quote dedicated to Yuvaan from Rudraksh

Now Yuvaan's turn

Hi, guys

This is a trailer chapter

AURELIA HEIGHTS ACADEMY, a boarding school hidden somewhere deep in the mountains, far beyond the reach of bustling cities and crowded streets.

With no Wi-Fi and far removed from human civilization, it stood amidst endless stretches of pine forests, towering peaks disappearing into the clouds, and a school built in the middle of nowhere.

Among the students, some were the ones their families preferred to keep out of sight, the rebellious, the troubled, and those who had become too difficult or inconvenient to handle.

A bouquet of lilies, white ones tied together with a black ribbon. Their petals were as white as snow, so pure and delicate, yet they resembled the ones used in funerals.

It came with a note attached to it.

(To my perfect one)

But by the end of the second semester

MAYBE THE BLACK STAIN WASN'T YUVAAN,

BUT THE TRUTH BURIED BENEATH EVERYTHING HE KNEW.

Cross my heart, hope to die

To my lover, I'd never lie

He said, "Be true", I swear I'll try

In the end, it's him and I

He's out his head, I'm out my mind

We got that love, the crazy kind

I am his, and he is mine

In the end, it's him and I, him and I

Him and I 🎵🎶🎵