My name Aryan means noble-born but I'm homeless.
A tale of reconciled love.
Two different cultures. Two different religions. Two different social statuses.
Once upon a time, an angel and a devil fell in love.
To the world, he’s the secret keeper, but no one knows his secrets. Aryan is a bartender at the restaurant and bar of his best friend Kabir's. Behind his quirky comments, his outspoken truth, and his humbleness lies deep grief. Years earlier, Aryan had moved to New York. He was targeted in high school because of his background. There, he met his first love. They were just kids when they fell in love.
She was a beautiful rose.
He was like a snake that leeched into the garden, sucking the rose dry.
Fast-forward three years later. A homeless Aryan had met a girl, a college student named Aanaah. His second love. She was different from him, in every way possible. She found him hungry in the streets and offered him shelter in her home. There was an unspoken promise between them, a promise of protection. But even, she left from his life.
Now in the future, Aryan is successful and wealthy. His love returns in his life. A reconnection. He is still single. And his love is now a mystery.
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