Hey ...
This extra part is certainly not part of Back in Your Arms but a preview of my upcoming Short story.

(Hope it will be up soon 😜)

''We all loved to gaze at stars at some or other point of life.
People looks up at stars with different intentions. Few just to admire the nature, the shine they carry in them. Few with pain in attempt to ease their pain in that shine of stars.

But when they see a shooting star, willingly or unknowing the fact. They wish to get what they want. To get the love of their lives they wish from that star which is broken itself.''

What if someone falls in Love with that Shooting Star only?
What if that shooting star becomes someone's wish?
What else the one will call such love of their life except...
"My Shooting Star "



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