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Prologue:
She was a fallen star.
He was the moon—glowing, unreachable, and yet equally alone.
She once dreamed in color, once topped every chart that didn't involve music.
A girl with ink-stained fingers, burning midnight oil and chasing gold medals.
Until one cruel twist—
a single failed exam—reduced her brilliance to ashes.
And with that failure, society turned its back.
Relatives whispered. Her home grew quiet.
The future she carved with hope turned to fog, and the world—
oh, the world watched her unravel and did nothing.
So, she began again. But colder.
Harder. Louder.
> "Don't study me. You'll never graduate."
"Fuck boys—we didn't even get green flags in Indian families."
"If your ego talks, my attitude roars."
She became the queen of the very hell she was thrown into.
Not because she was saved—
but because one person,
a boy with a voice like salvation, told her to come back.
She didn't even know him personally.
A stranger. An idol. A dream.
But he sang the words she never dared to say out loud.
And through his music, she lived.
She vowed: Someday, he'll know my name.
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He is the golden sensation.
The world knows him as perfection—flawless vocals, choreographed charm.
But behind the cameras, behind the stadium lights, he's just a boy.
A boy who gave up childhood to carry the weight of dreams
he didn't even choose.
He is adored, yes. But love?
Love terrifies him.
Because love, to him, feels like a lie in disguise.
He lives in a mansion, yet dreams of a home.
He smiles on stage, but cries in silence.
He trusts no one—
except maybe the stars.
Because stars don't leave.
And then he meets her.
Too raw.
Too blunt.
Too much.
She doesn't fall for his fame—she's seen too much of the world's cruelty to be starstruck.
She talks back. She walks in like a storm.
And instead of shrinking under his spotlight,
she pulls him into her shadows.
She knows him, like her soul always did.
And he feels seen—for the first time in years.
> "I'm not your goddess—I'm just a human who's allowed to break."
"I didn't inherit a crown—I bled for it."
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They are opposites.
He is warmth, forgiveness, the gentle hum of a lullaby.
She is fire, sarcasm, the scream behind a locked door.
He believes in destiny.
She spits in its face.
He listens like every word is sacred.
She only speaks when the pain forces her mouth open.
He is the angel who asks, "Are you okay?" even when his wings are broken.
She is the demon who laughs in the face of pain,
but trembles at kindness.
And yet—
When she looks at him, her world doesn't feel so damned.
When he listens to her, the applause doesn't feel so empty.
They were never meant to meet.
But fate has a way of throwing chaos into even the most carefully written songs.
Because sometimes,
the demon teaches the angel how to bleed without shame,
and the angel reminds the demon that scars don't make you unworthy of love.
Together, they are healing.
Together, they are terrifying.
Together, they are real.
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A journey from ashes to stardust, from numbness to feeling, from isolation to love.
This isn't a fairytale.
This is the story of a girl who gave up on the world—
and a boy who reminded her why she shouldn't.
A girl who thought love was a joke,
and a boy who made her laugh without saying a word.
This is not the beginning of their love.
This is the beginning of everything that broke before it.