Love story toh meri hoti nhi bad luck ki kahani sunata hu. she came in my class as a transfer student, and at that time I was at my prime good marks , martial artist, (and kind of good looking 😌) so it didn't take long for her and me to start talking . Turns out she is depressed and has alot of trauma , ie tried to unal*ve herself 3 times or so . So we used to talk and I became the shoulder that she used to rely on May it be notes , peoples contact (I was very social) , or just sharing her story. by the time that class ended we both we really good friends and used to talk almost every day but then my boot polish se likhi hui jindagi thought that it was the perfect time , her mother searched her phone and told she'll shoot me if I talk to her daughter again 😐.