It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of light, it was the season of darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us. Or that's what I assumed. People say don't cry about the past, forget about what happened and move on in your life. But is it that easy to imply such advice? 

This word called justice changes its shape seeing the person who you are and where you stand. I loved someone dearly and that was my mistake or not mine but hers for loving a rich jerk like me. It's difficult to turn a page knowing that someone you love won't be in the next one. If moving on in life was that easy then the ancient lovers won't have killed themselves when they were restricted to be together. There's a story behind every person. There's always a reason why things occur. The only thing that matters the most is who sees through you, in difficult times and helps you in situations before it's too late. People believe rumours. I lost track of time as I am speaking to whoever is reading this letter. You must not be aware of who I am or do you? 

Sameer Maheshwari, that's my name. Do you know me? Well, if you don't, you must go through your memory lane. You shall surely remember the murder case of Naina Agarwal and the murderer is me. 

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Finally I am writing a Samaina story, again. This story will be 90s based and won't have a happy ending, you must have interpreted reading the blurb and prologue. I hope you like the story🥺💜