Prologue

I held my breath. Not because of the heavenly hills of Mount Abu that mesmerized me and had witnessed so many precious memories. My anxiousness could after all have only one reason. One person. The one I had fallen for, in a matter of a month or two. The one who had started to affect me so much, the one I had started to bring an effect on. Who had made me cry and gave me moments of joy. Who stole my breath at times, and the one who motivated me to progress further. The only one who had the right to disrupt my sleepless nights, and the one for whom I anticipated each school day. The one I trust more than anyone else, the one I could travel extents for.

Everything was so perfect. So surreal, that it was hard to decipher my own emotions. My racing heart beats. The constant rubbing of my hands.

But wasn’t perfection something that was told to never exist in reality? Wasn’t it an idea only to be imagined and recited through stories?

If, in some corner of the world, perfection did exist, it had a price. And I was just experiencing the calm before the storm. The storm I thought to be a step towards our perfect world. The storm that scarred my life...forever!