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He held her hand, looked deep into her beautiful eyes and said,


“Niharika, I love you. I love you so much and I always will.”


“It is Priya, not Niharika, you fool.” She muttered.


But it was too late to repeat the same dialogue once again before the audience.


Did he really love me so much that he forgot the character’s name while enacting the play today? Niharika thought.


He realized that the first love never dies, but it gets buried deep inside one’s heart.


Memories of the past which he thought he had long forgotten had resurfaced once again.