This story holds a special place in my heart — because it was my first story ever written, offline or online.
Yes, I had scribbled a few poems before this, but they were mostly minimal and in Hindi.

English is my third language.
I didn’t grow up writing in it. I didn’t have a command over grammar, vocabulary, or even structure when I started this story. In fact, I began writing it just a month after discovering Wattpad, heavily influenced by the kinds of stories I was reading at that time.

So yes — this story is raw. It’s unpolished. It’s average, maybe even below average by some standards.

But this? This is where I began.

It was because of this story that I fell into the world of English literature. That I started learning, improving, growing — one word, one scene, one mistake at a time. And I’m proud of how far I’ve come from there.

So before anyone lashes out in the comments about the grammar, plot holes, or language — just know:
you might’ve been a genius at 15 — but I wasn’t.
This was me figuring it all out.
And if you’re still here reading — thank you.
But please, read with empathy.
Read at your own risk.

– With love,