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Niharika, The World and The Boy Who changed it.

Ultra Protagonist's World

Niharika woke up every morning, with this feeling of nowhere, as if she didn’t belong to this waking world outside. This emptiness in her soul was slowly engulfing her being. She had everything apparently, a loving family, a great job, supportive friends, yet she was sinking back into her soul. She confined herself with just emptiness, she was comfortable in her cocoon, she had forgotten what it was like to be otherwise, to be free, and to be happy.

Slowly Niharika dragged her tired mind out of the slumber and stepped out into the wide balcony. As far as she could she there were houses and more houses. Big, small, huge ugly concrete structures, how she hated this view. Her eyes were tired of seeing this sprawling stretch of unsightly town, which had no beauty whatsoever. The clock struck seven, Niharika knew that she had to get ready now and…

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