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My darling, I'm only yours

Iqra khan always kept to herself.She'd spend hours filling with beautiful poems and thoughts no one else would understand but her. Sometimes, if she was feeling a little inspired, she'd sketch.But there was always one subject. Shanaya singha roy. The girl that makes everyone's heads turn wherever she goes. The one of the brunette hair and dazzling smile. The reason for Iqra's erratic heartbeats ever since the unique day of elementary school ten years ago. Not that shanaya remembers. Or even bothers to acknowledge her existence. _______________ ∆ WARNING ∆ ~ This novel illustrates the mental state of a person struggling as a result of abuse. ~ Depictions of suicidal thoughts. ~ Mention of sexual violence, physical violence, bullying, homophobic content, casteism. ###This is my first novel. English is not my native language so please forgive me if anything is wrong.

LUCKY_ · LGBT+
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CHAPTER 9

(Shanaya P. O. V)

Maya raised her eyebrows at me wearily,"What was that?" she asked curiously. What that had been, I didn't know at the time. I didn't know how much pain and happiness that one moment would cause me. I just shook my head,

"I've got double music; I'll meet you in the cafeteria after," I said. She nodded cautiously at this statement and, wrapping her arm around Ishan's, stmiled and walked past me into the class, her long black hair swishing.

Music. The one subject I love more than anything. 

Both of my parents are music lovers, and I as required to take piano and violin lessons as well as ballet . I'm skilled enough to get offers from international music schools to further enhance my abilities. I begged my parents for years to let me get a music degree first, but they didn't let me. But luckily, SRM designed a specific business curriculum, so I could earn college credits for business school.

I was so enthusiastic about my future back then. But now I myself do not know what I want to do in the future.

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I never expected Iqra to be there. There had never been anyone I knew in my music classes . Not that I knew her. Actually, There had never been anyone that I wanted to get to know in my class.I never really minded; the music had always been enough for me. She was sat in the last row, beckoning me over the chair beside her. Our music class had always been laid out in a weird way, it was carpeted, and 3 rows of desks faced a whiteboard on the left side. Then you had the actual music rooms stationed behind it. Enough room for 5 groups to practise at once. I calmed myself, sitting slowly into the seat beside her just as Mrs sen began to speak

"Welcome Students. I thought we could start the class in a more relaxed way. I am giving you complete freedom to create whatever piece of music you want under one very small condition. You must work together with a partner, combining your personalities into a piece that showcases both of yourselves as a whole. I suggest picking someone you think you might connect with to make it easier for you. That's all from me. Go, create!" As she said the last part, she waved her arms in the air allowing us to start.