Sometimes It Seems, First Make A Character, Then Make Him Live, Communicate Him, Age Him And Then Make Him Immortal.
What Happens When A Writer Considers Himself To Be A Character Of His Own Story And Makes The World Around Him, He Should Choose His Father As His Choice And Mother Should Choose A Storyteller According To Her Taste?
Should Have The Right To?
Or Just Analyze The Characters.
Well As It Is Now.
After Writing 3 Ishq And 6 Books, When No One Got More Attention Than His Family, 24 Friends And The Supremo Of His Graduation Department.
I Thought And Wrote This Story To Mold Myself In Every Mold According To The Time.
Now I Will Have A City Of My Choice, My Original Mother Father Is Very Economical And Cool, But According To The Rest, I Have To Change Something, So I Apologize To Them Right Now.
The Good Thing Is That In This Story, I Will Be The Girl Of My Choice, Fire The Nabra Of The Whole World Will Be Tantamount To This Girl According To Me And I Hope So Much Of My Choice, This Fiction Story Of Yours Will Make You Feel Real.
Presents You To Everyone.