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"We can make memories together... Be it happy or sad, unlike feelings, memories will always be there."
He told her when she said that feelings could not be trusted.
"And with me... I assure you, each memory we make, would be a happy one."

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As the name suggests, it's a cliché BUT different story of our female lead- Maya Parker.

Maya had once dreamt of building a beautiful future with someone she had been together with since ages.

Unfortunately, it turned out that she had to wake up from this dream; he was cheating on her!

But, never did she think that she could fall in love with someone so soon, only after a few days of her breakup!♡♡

This time you are going to see that not everyone in this world is a jerk!! (^～^)


Your Checklist-

•cheating boyfriend. ✔
•Beautiful leads. ✔
•family drama ✔
• scheming mother✔
•first crush✔


[No Major misunderstandings! No Abuse!]

(3 updates a week)

(The book cover is made by me using references from the net)

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This is an original story by me & I'm not a professional author so please excuse me for my not-so-professional writing!(●__●)

The Clichéd Story of My Life

"Now that we are here, it actually feels real!" Ashley exclaimed as she stopped the car in front of a huge beautifully built building.

Maya got down and looked at her reflection on the window of the car. Truth to be told, she was nervous when she thought of meeting her mentor again.

A lot of times people said that between the two sisters, it was Sofia who was naive one, whereas Maya was the 'mature' one. It may have been true in some aspects but, even Maya had her fair share of immaturity in her previous years.

Maya laughed when she thought of her version from her late teens. It was not as if she had grown mature out of nowhere, in fact she was still learning the ways of the world… but the Maya of the age eighteen, truly had the 'rebellious stage' that people talked about.

Five years and eleven months.