Dear Readers,
If you’re reading this… you made it.
Chapter 90. The last page. The last breath of this story.
And I have tears in my eyes as I write this.
This was my first ever story — my first attempt to turn emotions into chapters, love into words, and pain into purpose.
I never imagined I’d come this far.
I never imagined you would be here with me.
Thank you.
For reading.
For feeling.
For staying.
For breathing life into Zoya and Akif like they were real, like they mattered.
You matter. Your support, your time, your love — they mattered more than you’ll ever know.
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💔 The Story That Was…
A 17-year-old girl, Zoya, who ran away from a toxic home in Bokaro — lost, scared, alone.
And a calm, collected boy, Akif, who never knew love until her chaos crashed into his world.
From shared glances in university halls to tearful fights, from hidden phone calls to brave confessions,
From sleepless nights to wild wedding rituals,
From passionate love to soft, sleepy cuddles with their twins…
This was more than a story.
It was a heartbeat. A dream.
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✨ My Dream, My Future
This story…
It’s not just fiction.
It’s the future I’ve dreamt of.
The runaway, the love, the family, the acceptance, the forever.
It’s my dream. And through Zoya and Akif, I finally lived it.
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🌙 Why I Wrote This?
Because…
“I write because no one listens. I read because no one tells.”
Writing saved me.
It gave me power when I felt powerless.
And if even one of you found a piece of yourself here — that means everything to me.
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🥹 Should I Write A Part Two?
Now that this story is ending, I can’t help but wonder…
Should I write a second part?
But this time, not Zoya and Akif.
This time — their baby girl or baby boy.
Their child’s own love story. A new generation. A new heartbeat.
Would you want that?
Let me know in the comments/messages.
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🌹Until Then…
This is me, signing off.
With my heart full.
And a soft tear in my eye.
— Annie🖤
The girl who wrote Zoya and Akif into existence.
And the girl who’ll never forget you.

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