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Adarsh Dewan, Commander of the Indian special forces, is a force to be reckoned with for his enemies but a kind and gentle man for his loved ones. Hides behind a mask of smiling face when he too is a wounded soul begging to be healed. Living his life as simply as possible, Adarsh believes Love and fate to be only true in fairy tales and the real world is only about practical decisions. So what happens when he stumbles upon a fairy tale himself? What happens, when a man desperately trying to live one day at a time, finds a place which is said to make wishes alive and meets a woman who cannot even remember her name? Will he be able to understand that a life with wishes is possible and Will the woman be able to help him realise that Love is as true as the air we breath or will she be his ultimate doom?

Chapter 1 Prologue

Hope...

Funny how a four letter word can make or break a person.

It can come to you in a matter of a few seconds and destroyed in the other. It can come to you in any way, shape or form. It can be a dream, a dream of a better tomorrow. It can be in the presence of a loved one, reminding you that you are not alone no matter the circumstances.

Or it can be a person, a person who understand you way better than you understand yourself.

With whom you don't need to pretend to be okay, you can just be yourself.

It's different for everyone.

But the fear of losing that hope is the same for everyone. Nobody wants to be hopeless, for

the fear of losing themselves in the process is just unbearable.

So why am I standing here, where in a matter of a few minutes my hope will be shattered? Why can't I get what my heart desperately wants? Why can't she be the one? Why?

So many why's but I don't have the answer to any of them.

'Are you sure?' A voice resounded in my mind.

No, I wasn't sure. Because the truth is I just can't accept it. As accepting it will make it harder than it already is.

So what do I do? Please someone help me! Please! Please tell me what to do!

'You know the answers to your own questions

Adarsh. You know what to do. Make your choice.' The voice said.

But it's not that easy. It's not easy to make that choice for me.

"Adarsh, come on son. It's time."

I didn't look at anyone, not even towards the woman who is standing in front of me with a hope of her own in her eyes. I just closed my eyes and at last surrendered to my fate.

Only if I hadn't met her that night. Only if she didn't smiled at me as if I am the whole world to her. Only if she hadn't said those words to me.

Only if...

But all those things happened and I can't deny it.

You all must be wondering who she is?

So let me tell you a story...the story of her...

Her who became my saviour...

Her who became my first light after a long dark night...

Her who became... MY DAWN.

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