Welcome Back to me, yayyyyyy … Ahem ... People who have read my novels earlier might know that this chapter is going to be the author's gibberish …. Believe me guys, This time I am not going to take yours that much time on this (she is lying) (⁠ب⁠_⁠ب⁠)

Huh - Who said that - /looking here and there /

Btw How you all have been ? Missing me or not ? How was your guys last year ?

To the ones who are wondering, I have been fine ... Not good but fine, I lost many people, Gain some new friends over the last year ... /sigh/ Such a rollercoaster of emotions it was ... And finally it ends. Now, New year … I Am Happy like the first ray of daylight, can say that maybe it's true that you have to lose some people to gain the ones who cherished and deserve you well. Enough with emotional talks ←⁠_⁠← ( You guys are safe or she wouldn't have shut up ╮⁠(⁠╯⁠_⁠╰⁠)⁠╭)

Show yourself you Little - Ahem /politely smile/

( Told you , she didn't have her coffee yet )

Uff ... I give up - btw ..

...Let me give you some heads up about the story :...

" As you all have already read in the description that this story holds some true events, yes, True things which I might have felt here or in my real life ... except (not whole just some bits) of those events Everything is purely my imagination .

The characters are based on the people around me, I pick up their personality, the way of talking, acting, their interest, everything ... Now here comes the main question,

𝘿𝙊 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙂𝙪𝙮𝙨 𝙒𝘼𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙋𝙡𝙖𝙮 𝘼 𝙂𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙒𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙈𝙚 ?

Find your character ? Think which character is yours or is your friend …. Let's see if I know you guys more, or do you all know yourself better ~~ "

As the story goes, More characters will appear. So, stay with me from start to till the end .

( What they will get if they answer correctly )

My Soul (⁠눈⁠‸⁠눈⁠)

( so , grumpy )

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( I will keep fighting for readers right )

ha - go no you --- Mhm

( Me , Mmh what ? (⁠ب⁠_⁠ب⁠))

/sigh/ ..

...Now let's get you a little review of the upcoming chapter ......

" 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘌𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘢, 𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘷𝘪𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝘶𝘯𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘰𝘴 𝘶𝘱𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘳𝘺, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘌𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘯, 𝘢 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘮𝘢 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘴. 𝘈 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸-𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘥𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘶𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘰𝘴, 𝘧𝘶𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘢 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘣𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥. 𝘏𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳, 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴, 𝘌𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘢 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘌𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘯'𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘴 𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩, 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦… "

...Playlist for a better experience ;) :...

•" End game" by Tylor swift

•"Tears of Gold" by Faouzia

•"Made To Love" by John Legend

• " shake it off " by Tylor swift

•"God is a woman" by Ariana Grande

•"Infinity" by Jaymes Young

•"Style (Taylor's Version)" by Taylor Swift

•"Crazy in Love" by Sofia Karlberg

•"coffee" by Miguel

•"Heat Waves" by Glass Animals

•"I Know You" by Skylar Grey

•"Earned It" by The Weekend

•"Don't Blame Me" by Taylor Swift

•"Talk" by Retronaut

•"Free" by BROODS

•"Daddy Issues" by The Neighbourhood

•"You Make Me Sick (Radio Mix)" by P!nk

•"Animals" by Maroon 5

•"Give You What You Like" and "Complicated " by Avril Lavigne

•"wRoNg" by ZAYN

•"Waves" by Normani

•"Earned It (Fifty Shades of Grey)" by The Weekend

• " One of the girls " by Weekend, Jennie and lilly - ross depp

That's it for this chapter … Let's start and see what my imagination can cook for you all …

Bye bye , Take care... ♡

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Ah ! Did I tell you the 'secrets in the story which will be revealed' ...

.... are yours ? ~

The aroma of freshly brewed coffee, rich and dark, hung heavy in the air of the bustling university café, mingling with the low hum of conversation and the clatter of cups. Sunlight streamed through the large windows, illuminating the mismatched chairs and tables, casting a warm glow over the scene.

Elara, a whirlwind of contradictions, swept into the café, Dressed in a tranquil of colors – a black skater skirt, a Corset style tie around cherry white ribbed full sleeves top and a pair of matched, off-white colored socks peeking out from beneath her boots and her laughter echoing through the room. Her black long hair, adding an air of unexpected elegance to her rebellious aura. A faint scent of vanilla and something wild, like a freshly cut meadow, clung to her, a subtle echo of her free spirit. A mischievous glint danced in her eyes as she spotted her friends huddled in a corner, a mischievous plan already brewing in her mind.With a graceful sweep of her hand, she dismissed the waiter.

"Just the strawberries, please," she said, her voice a melodic purr.

Beside her sat Landon, a tall handsome figure with a perpetual frown and a love for conspiracy theories. Across from them, Addilyn, a whirlwind of strong striking energy, while Eric, the quiet observer of the group, simply nodded along, a thoughtful expression on his face , his gaze fixed on Elara with an amused detachment.

"Alright, hear me out," Elara declared, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper

"We're going to take over the library."

A collective gasp escaped her friends.

"Elara, are you serious?" Landon exclaimed, his frown deepening. "Professor Jenkins will have our heads."

",Oh, come on, London," Elara scoffed, playfully nudging him with her elbow.

"Where's your sense of adventure? Besides, it'll be epic. A flash mob. Right in the middle of finals week. Imagine the chaos!"

The idea was met with a flurry of excited chatter.

"What kind of music?" Addilyn suggested, her eyes wide with excitement as her hands clasped together in anticipation. "Maybe a mariachi band?"

Eric, ever the voice of reason, shook his head.

"No, no, we need something more unexpected. How about a synchronized interpretive dance routine to 'Bohemian Rhapsody'?"

Elara, ever the mastermind, waved a dismissive hand.

"Think bigger. More chaotic. More…Elara."

She leaned forward, her eyes gleaming. "We need something that will truly disrupt the order. Something…unexpected. Something that will make them question their very existence."

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A subtle, musky aroma drifted towards their table. Elian, seated at a nearby table, couldn't help but observe the scene unfolding before him. He lounged against the worn brick wall, the afternoon sun catching the glint of silver on his left hand. Dressed in a crisp white shirt and tailored chinos, he cut a striking figure, an air of effortless grace that spoke of a life lived outside the ordinary. Yet, there was a darkness lurking beneath the surface, a hint of melancholy in his eyes that hinted at a past shrouded in shadows. A subtle, musky aroma clung to him, a hint of something wild beneath the polished surface.

He watched as Elara, her eyes sparkling with mischief, outlined the intricate details of her plan. He found himself strangely intrigued by her infectious enthusiasm, a rare burst of color in the otherwise mundane monotony of university life. Her laughter, bright and infectious, seemed to shatter the monotony of his own thoughts.

Elara, mid-sentence, caught sight of him watching. A mischievous glint entered her eyes. She raised an eyebrow suggestively, a silent challenge in her expression. Elian, a slow smile curving his lips, took a long sip of his coffee, a sense of amusement stirring within him.

This, he realized, was going to be interesting indeed...

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The following day, the library was a beehive of activity. Students hunched over their textbooks, their brows furrowed in concentration. The air was thick with the scent of stale coffee and desperation. The only sounds were the hushed whispers of frantic studying, punctuated by the occasional frustrated sigh or the frantic tapping of keyboards on dying laptops.

Elara, perched precariously on a rickety library chair that seemed on the verge of collapse, felt a surge of excitement thrumming through her veins.

Today.was.the.day.

Her heart hammered a frantic beat against her ribs as she gazed across the sea of anxious faces, a mischievous glint dancing in her hazel eyes.

Across the room, London, disguised as a Roman centurion, stood guard by the entrance. He had fashioned a makeshift cardboard shield, complete with a hastily drawn SPQR emblem, which he clutched in his hand with exaggerated seriousness. His face, usually relaxed and carefree, was now contorted into a mask of mock stoicism. Every few seconds, he would glance around the library, his eyes scanning the crowd for any sign of the librarian, his sworn enemy in this theatrical war.

Addilyn, Elara's best friend and partner in crime, stood nearby. Unlike London, who favored a more theatrical approach, Addilyn had opted for subtlety. She was disguised as a flamboyant mime, clad in black leggings, a striped shirt, and a beret tilted at a jaunty angle. Every few minutes, she would sidle up to a particularly stressed-out student and launch into an elaborate silent performance, mimicking their frantic studying with exaggerated gestures. Her antics drew a few stifled chuckles from the surrounding students, a welcome burst of levity in the tense atmosphere.

Eric, the ever-reliable planner of the group, remained inconspicuous. He lurked in the shadows by the bookshelves, his keen eyes scanning the library. Unlike Elara's infectious enthusiasm or Addilyn's playful theatrics, Eric possessed a quiet intensity. He was the strategist, the one who had meticulously planned every detail of the operation, anticipating every possible hitch and formulating contingency plans. Weeks ago, he had created a secret online forum where he meticulously planned the details of the flash mob, assigning roles, creating a detailed schedule, and even choreographing a simple dance routine (with Elara's input, of course).

Suddenly, a discordant chord shattered the silence. A lone trumpet, played with surprising enthusiasm but questionable skill, echoed through the library. Heads snapped up in surprise.

The librarian, a stern woman with a perpetually disapproving frown and a bun that could double as a battering ram, emerged from her office like a wrathful goddess. Her face, usually etched with disapproval, was now a mask of pure horror.

The music continued, growing louder and more chaotic. A drum joined the fray, its booming rhythm shaking the very foundation of the library. Students, startled and confused, looked around in bewilderment. Whispers rippled through the crowd like a wave, morphing into gasps of surprise as the source of the commotion became clear.

With a synchronized flourish, a group of students erupted from the stacks, their faces alight with mischief and rebellion. They were a motley crew, dressed in a dazzling array of costumes – pirates with eye patches and plastic swords, superheroes in capes and masks, even a group of synchronized swimmers in brightly colored bathing caps and goggles. They descended upon the library floor like a colorful whirlwind, their movements surprisingly coordinated despite the obvious lack of rehearsal.

London, the Roman centurion, charged at the forefront, brandishing his cardboard shield and bellowing a war cry that sounded suspiciously like a strangled yodel. Addilyn, the mime, abandoned her charade and joined the throng, leaping and twirling with reckless abandon. Her earlier silent skits were now replaced by a series of loud whoops and hollers, her laughter echoing through the library.

Chaos. Erupted.

Books tumbled from shelves like startled pigeons, their pages fluttering to the ground like confetti. Students shrieked and scattered, dodging flailing limbs and flying textbooks. The librarian, her face a comical mixture of horror and disbelief, sputtered incoherently, her voice lost in the cacophony.

Amidst the pandemonium, Elian, who had been observing the scene from a secluded corner behind a towering bookshelf, couldn't help but smile. He had expected the flash mob to be chaotic, but this was a whole new level of glorious mayhem.

He watched as Elara, her face flushed with excitement, led the impromptu dance, her laughter ringing through the library. For a fleeting moment, he forgot about his own troubles, his own melancholy. He was captivated by the sheer joy and abandon of the moment, by the way Elara seemed to defy convention and embrace the absurd.

As the music reached its crescendo, Elara spotted him watching. She winked, a mischievous glint in her eye, before launching into a series of acrobatic leaps that sent a flurry of books tumbling from the shelves.

Elian, caught completely off guard, let out a low chuckle.

This was going to be more interesting than he ever could have imagined...

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