Strands of her dark hair fall across her forehead and she is so breathtaking I cannot believe someone like her is mine.
— Arham Bhaiji, Holding Her Hand
“Moments later the door is shut behind me and I am lying back on the bed only this time with a smile drawn on my face.”

“Although it won’t stop me from trying to convince her who I am is not deviant the entire time I play along with her plan.”

“My life had been a musical but now it felt as if there was a narrator that read my life out loud and changed its course at its whims.”

“Life has not been fair to me, but it would be incorrect to assume that my sufferings are either incomparable or unique.”
