《Sequel to HIGH》

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"You make me feel like I'm intoxicated."

"Intoxicated by you."

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Zaisha once said, "I'll lose my heart to you, time and time again, till my life force runs out."

They say, fate will find a way.

And it did.

That's how Abhishek and Zaisha meet again.

Or was it because Abhishek found a way?

Either way Abhishek is set to win Zaisha.

Like he always says, "She's the kind of high, only a deep soul can get attached to."

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~ I saw her on the stands, laughing with her friends.

I walked up towards the dressing room with my team mates, still looking at her. I was mesmerised by her. It was some kind of attraction.

She was wearing her RCB jersey which had '18' and 'VIRAT' below it. She suddenly turned to look at me, and I ran to the dressing room.

Why did you run Shubman? You could've atleast waved at her! Nevermind, it's not like you'd see her again after this match. ~

Shubman Gill. The name says it all. He's the Under 19 heart-throb. The cute guy with dimples. An amazing cricketer, and a really good human being.

What happens when THE Shubman Gill falls for Adithi Rai, an ordinary girl with big dreams?

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~ "I don't mind. I'm okay with this marriage."

"So, it's a yes from your side?"

"Yeah, it's a yes."

"Well then, I don't have any reason to say no. So, even I'm cool with this."

"Yes?"

"Yes." ~

KL Rahul. A well known name, all over the world. An Indian cricketer, and a heartthrob. He sweeps the ball off the field, and also sweeps girls off their feet.

Shyra Shetty. A well known singer, all over India. Her melodious voice mesmerizes everyone, and makes them fall in love with her.

We've seen cricketers get married to actresses, but what if a cricketer gets married to a singer? That too when it's arranged.

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~ Abhishek Sharma just returned home from the U19 World Cup Tour, bringing back what India owns, the World Cup Trophy.

With his return, his cousin, Mithali Sharma also returned home from her boarding school for a few weeks, with her three best friends.

Out of those three, Urvashi Mehra caught his eye. Urvashi is a carefree girl, too bold with her actions. Her attitude and craziness makes her different from the rest.

But this meet and greet was just for a few weeks, as the girls had to return back to their boarding school. Abhishek thought he wouldn't see Urvashi again.

Little did he know, she would be the reason behind his success a few years later. ~

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Unmukt Chand, an International Cricketer who plays for India A in the International side, Delhi in the Ranji Trophy and Mumbai Indians in the Indian Premier League. He's the youngest heartthrob of India.

Naina Singhania, an ordinary girl with big dreams. She's drop dead gorgeous with her eyes being the best feature of hers. Guys are head over heals for her. Being crowned as Miss. Universe is her dream.

Fate has something in store for these two. They meet. They get seperated. And they meet again. Were they meant to be friends or something more?

But for a fact, Unmukt knew that she was 'destined to be his'.

// First book..... so you can pretty much imagine the scenario. xD //

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"You know what matters? It's-"

"It's the journey that matters, not the destination."

"Wrong. It's not the journey or the destination, it's the seatmate that matters."

"True. As with any journey, who you travel with can be more important than your destination."

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《 Embark on the journey of love. It takes from yourself to yourself 》

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Checking the time on my watch, I barged out of my hotel room only to collide with someone.

A tub of chocolate ice cream splashed all over my white night dress.

Fuming with anger, I looked up to see the culprit who caused this damage, but froze as soon as I saw his face.

Shubman Gill stood right infront of me, smiling while scratching his neck, as the next sentence unknowingly escaped my mouth.

"Oh boy, is this an illusion?"

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"Isn't it ironic how we kill flowers because we think that they're beautiful?" He asked, while I took hold of a yellow rose in my hand.

I chuckled at him before answering, "Isn't it ironic that my name is Ayushi?"

He rolled his eyes before an annoyed look found a way to his face.

"Perhaps the reason people are drawn to flowers is not only because of their outer beauty, but because they remind you beautiful things will bloom after the longest seasons of waiting." I said, smiling down at the beautiful flower in my hand.

"But why a yellow rose?" He questioned further.

"Yellow rose means remembrance."

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