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Sometimes life leaves us with just one question: Was I ever enough? Today, the story we bring from this book is not just a love story. It is the raw and real journey of a broken heart.

This is the story of Vivan—a boy trying to live his present, but whose past keeps pulling him back again and again. In the crowd of Mumbai, he suddenly sees Myra. The same girl who once gave him the deepest love and the deepest pain. In that one moment, Vivan’s entire past flashes before his eyes.

But this is the beauty of fate—when we are at our most broken, life shows us the right people. And that is when Advika enters his life. A stranger who understands every word written by Vivan as if it were the voice of her own heart. Was I Ever Enough? is the story of those who lose themselves in love, yet one day learn from that same love how to find themselves again.

This book is for all those silent hearts who may still be asking the same question today—Was I ever enough?

A paused moment in the rushing air of Mumbai.

Mumbai CST station was crowded as always. People were bumping into each other, announcements were echoing, and the city was beating in its own rhythm. But in the middle of thousands, one person stopped. His feet froze. His breath caught.

Vivan.
His heart was pounding as if he had just run a race. Because a short distance away, under the yellow signal light, stood Myra. The same Myra. The same smile. The same eyes that once held his entire world—eyes he never tired of looking at, and after losing them, eyes he never forgave himself for losing.

Time stopped. Sounds softened. And inside Vivan, that old storm rose again—the one it had taken him years to suppress. Myra saw him too. Their eyes met, and in just three seconds, a heartbreak that was three years old came alive again. The most painful chapter of his life was standing right in front of him.

Every person has a corner inside them where they hide their most broken moments. Vivan had one too, and the deepest wound in that corner was Myra. Once, they were inseparable—a perfect duo. They knew each other’s laughter, habits, and silences.

But sometimes, love is not enough. Even the right people meet at the wrong time, and relationships end without fights, screams, or accusations. One day, everything just quietly ends. The same had happened with Vivan. That day, Myra disappeared into the crowd at the station, and he was left standing there—empty hands, teary eyes, and a completely hollow heart.

That night, staring out of his room window, he had thought: Was I ever enough for her?
That same question stood in front of him again—back in the present. One station, two people, and countless unspoken questions.

Myra paused for a moment, then quickly turned and disappeared into the crowd, as if the past was once again dissolving into the air. Vivan remained standing. His hands trembled. His heart felt heavy. Old messages, fights, patch-ups, tears, moments—everything raced through his mind like flashes.

On the way back, he kept looking out of the window, but in reality, he was sinking into his inner world—that same dark place where he had lost his self-worth. That night, he ate nothing. He opened a blank page on his laptop and kept typing. Emotions, memories, anger, pain—everything flowed like a diary.

He wrote: Even if you came back, would I be able to hold myself together, or would you break me all over again?
Night after night, he drowned in his own emotions, unaware that his words were about to change someone else’s life.

Entry of Advika.
In a quiet café in Mumbai sat a girl—Advika. Black coffee, headphones, and a laptop—that was her world. She too carried a broken-heart story within her. A heart that was never chosen, only made to wait.

She was one of those people who feel too deeply and end up the loneliest. Sometimes, scrolling through Instagram becomes a form of therapy. One night, she came across a random post—a small snippet of Vivan’s writing that made her stop.

We don’t break. We just forget our worth.

Her fingers froze. Her eyes lit up. She went to the profile and read post after post. Some words are so honest that they go straight into the heart. Vivan’s words were exactly that.

She thought, How can someone write exactly what I’m feeling?
She became his first follower—not just to like posts, but to understand herself through them. She didn’t know that the writer she was reading was, at that very moment, sitting in his room wondering why he was never enough for a lifetime.

Two strangers. One pain. Two sides of the same story.

Advika visited Vivan’s account daily. His writing wasn’t just lines—it was the true voice of a broken soul. Vivan didn’t know his audience. He thought he was writing only for himself. But words have a destiny—they always reach the right heart.

One night, he posted a long note:
Some people leave us, but their impact never leaves. We wake up every day, hold ourselves together, but somewhere inside, an emptiness remains that only they could fill.

Advika read that post at least ten times, because it was her own story—of loving someone deeply who never truly chose her. Slowly, she stopped being just a reader and became a silent part of his story.

In the virtual world, the truest connection was forming. Their lives were distant, but their pain was the same. Vivan’s words were healing Advika, and Advika’s presence—unknowingly—was keeping Vivan a writer.

One day, Vivan wrote:
While loving someone, we often forget ourselves. And when they leave, we are left searching for ourselves.

This time, Advika couldn’t stop herself. She messaged him for the first time:
It hurts, but your words make it hurt a little less.

Vivan stared at the message for minutes. Seeing an unknown person understand the impact of his pain felt like a small light in his darkest nights. He replied:
Maybe that’s why we write—so no one else feels alone.

That one line connected their worlds.

Days passed. Chats grew longer. Vivan began sending his writing to Advika—first drafts, raw thoughts, broken sentences. She read them, gave honest opinions, sometimes corrected him, sometimes just smiled after reading.

Vivan felt she understood him—truly understood him. But Advika never told her full story. She knew some wounds are hard to heal once reopened. Still, Vivan felt that his words were becoming balm for another heart.

One night, he said, You listen and never judge. That’s very rare these days.
On the other side of the screen, Advika smiled softly. Sometimes, being understood without meeting is the rarest thing.

A twist: Myra’s return.
Life asks its hardest questions when we start to heal. One evening, Vivan received a message from Myra—just one line: Can we talk?

His hands went cold. His heart sank back into that old darkness. He didn’t know why Myra had returned—regret, closure, loneliness, guilt, or just curiosity. After thinking all day, he replied in the evening: Okay.

He didn’t tell Advika. Perhaps because he himself didn’t know what he was feeling.

The closure that was never closure.
Vivan and Myra met at a café. Years later, Myra looked the same—except for a deep shadow of maturity in her eyes. She said, Vivan, I’m sorry.

Vivan said nothing. Sometimes, there are no words for the deepest pain. Myra said, You weren’t bad. I just wasn’t ready. And I left. I shouldn’t have.

Vivan calmly asked, Why now?
She replied, Because I realized I lost someone who truly loved me.

For the first time, Vivan realized that some things return in life—but trust and emotions never return the same. He felt he had moved on from Myra, yet he also realized he wasn’t fully healed.

As he walked out of the café, for the first time, he felt the absence of someone—and that someone was Advika.

Advika’s silence and Vivan’s fear.
Vivan started talking less to Advika. He was confused. Could he trust someone again? Could he take responsibility for another heart again?

Advika sensed him drifting away but said nothing. She knew broken people take time to gather themselves again. Still, fear lingered inside her—What if I too become just a chapter in his story, like Myra?

Facing the truth—clear and honest.
One night, Vivan suddenly called Advika. His voice trembled.
Advika, I met Myra.

After a pause, she softly said, I know you needed that.

Vivan finally confessed, I don’t want to fall again. I’m scared.

Advika took a deep breath and said, Liking someone doesn’t mean fearing their loss. It means fearing losing yourself again. And I understand.

That one line broke Vivan—and healed him at the same time.

A silent realization: He was always enough.
Time passed. Vivan forgave Myra but never gave her a place in his heart again. He focused on his writing and healing. Advika read every new draft, and between them grew a quiet, mature understanding.

One day, Vivan wrote a long note—not on Instagram, but directly to Advika:
Because of you, I realized I was always enough. It’s just that being enough for the wrong person sometimes doesn’t feel enough.

Tears filled Advika’s eyes. She replied:
And maybe I was waiting for someone who could see this—not just in me, but in himself too.

The true meaning of the story.
Was I Ever Enough? is not just Vivan’s question. It is the question of everyone who gave their heart and received broken trust in return. But Vivan’s story teaches us that we are always too much for someone, too little for someone else, and absolutely perfect for ourselves.

And sometimes, the people who leave us midway are not the end of our story—our place in their story simply ends there.

Advika and Vivan’s relationship wasn’t love at first sight. It wasn’t even love. It was two broken hearts understanding each other. And sometimes, being understood is the deepest form of love.

Final paragraph: A new beginning.
One evening, in Mumbai’s light rain, Vivan and Advika sat at Marine Drive. The air was moist, the waves were strong, and city lights danced on the water. Vivan softly said, I don’t know what this is, but it feels right.

Advika placed her hand over his and said, Sometimes, feeling right is enough.

In that moment, Vivan smiled. For the first time in years, his heart felt light—because the question inside him, Was I ever enough? had finally become an answer.

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