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Is she for Real? (Dhruv's POV)

I was awestuck seeing her, and then her father sent us on a drive, I am blushing even telling you all this, but when she said I was the man of her dreams, my heart jumped, I was sad she thought she couldn't have me when she was everything I could ever ask for.

While I was driving most of the time both of us were silent, maybe because we were living our dreams.

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Mona

I am, therefore, a narrator, an observer, a storyteller. The story might be his, hers, yours, or even mine. But the story is always real