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Prerna had always believed greying hair signified wisdom, that a toned, muscular body equalled patience and perseverance and a moody character almost, always meant a haunted past.See, she had always been found with her nose in a book and as the years went on she learnt to read between the lines and understand the words that weren't spoken or written down.Maybe that meant she was more understanding, perhaps it explained her cheerful disposition and her kind smile, then again, maybe that was just how she had always been.She had always been a warrior at heart, brave and steadfast in her beliefs. The books had certainly helped with that, they were an escape. She devoured knowledge, pages and pages of it, her thirst for new words and different lands was never quenched, that was the best part of a story- it allowed you to travel to a new place, live another life and embrace characters like you knew them, at times like you were them.Prerna expected that was why she was so keen to understand the mysterious man who fell into her library dressed in a shirt stained with fresh blood, bruises littering his skin the colour of the galaxy above the sky and a voice as enigmatic as she imagined her favourite male characters to have.He was an adventure that was for sure, one she couldn't wait to go on, it was the moment she had been waiting on for a lifetime, the moment she had fantasised about for all her life; the moment where the hero met the heroine, the moment where it all begun.…