The classroom snapped into silence the second our teacher walked in. She was the kind of woman whose mere presence demanded attention - sari pleats perfect, steel-rimmed glasses perched on her nose, and a stare sharp enough to cut diamonds.
"Good morning, class," she said curtly, dropping her register onto the desk with a thud.
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So, this is the third book of the Blooming Love series. If you haven't read Lotus: Her Blooming Love and Sunflower: His Blooming Love, you can totally check them out first. But honestly-it's your choice. You can read them all together, or jump right in here. Either way, welcome back to this messy, imperfect, and beautiful journey. This series is about you too-the character who's learning to see how beautiful you are, even with all your flaws. Because every scar, every insecurity, every "not enough"... is still part of your blooming story. So let's begin, shall we?
It's a tale of two weird souls what the world calls them. at least, that's But for each other? They are perfectly imperfect, a puzzle piece the universe carved to fit only one another. She grew up in an orphanage, learning to hug her own heart when no one else did. He was brought there one day-crying in a woman's arms, screaming that he didn't want to stay. They pushed him in anyway. He sat alone near the tree, angry at the world. And she... She walked up to him with the most precious thing she owned- her candy wrapper collection. Colorful, crinkled, treasured like diamonds. He threw them away. She hated him instantly. That was their beginning. A boy full of anger. A girl full of softness. Two little souls who had no idea they were destined to collide again. But fate laughs in mysterious ways... Years later, the universe brings them face to face again. Not as the angry boy and the candy-wrapper girl, but as a bride and a groom in an arranged marriage. What happens when two people who have been fighting their own minds, two people who never learnt how to be loved properly... suddenly have to love each other? What happens when two mentally chaotic souls find comfort in the very person who once broke their tiny heart? What happens when healing comes wearing the face of the person you swore to hate? This is not a love story. It is a survival story... that accidentally became love. Stay with me for their journey-from candy wrappers to wedding vows, from trauma to tenderness, from chaos to calm in each other's arms. Because some love stories are not gentle... they are saved.
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