Hello, I'm Anjila Khyaju – both the writer and the main lead of this story. I come from a country embraced by majestic mountains and diverse cultures, where every street carries the echoes of age-old traditions and colorful festivals. I live in a small town with my family, and although we were never wealthy, my parents made sure all my wishes were fulfilled. Their love was enough to make me feel like the richest girl in the world.
From a very young age, I had dreams—big ones. I wanted to reach for the stars, explore the world, and create something meaningful. I've always been a little clumsy, a little chaotic, but filled with imagination. My head was often lost in the clouds, picturing a life far beyond the one I was living. Despite growing up in a society where people often chase money and judge others quickly, my parents taught me to stay grounded. They taught me to respect everyone and never lose sight of kindness.
There's something unusual about me—something even I find hard to explain. Since I was a child, I've believed I could communicate with God. Whenever I was confused or scared, I would silently speak to Him, asking for guidance. It might sound silly or strange, but it gave me comfort. Even now, when life gets overwhelming, I close my eyes and ask Him what to do. Sometimes I wonder if I'm just talking to myself—but then again, maybe that's what faith is.
As my dreams grew bigger, so did my belief in them. But life isn't always fair.
Everything changed when I met him.
He walked into my life unexpectedly and slowly tore down the walls I'd built around my heart. At first, he seemed like someone who would help me reach my dreams—but instead, he crashed them. Not all storms come to disrupt; some come to clear your path. But he was a storm that left only damage behind.
This is the story of how a girl with stars in her eyes had to learn that not everyone you meet is meant to help you shine. Some are meant to show you the strength it takes to glow on your own.