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Missed chances

She was desolate since he preferred the overseas opportunity to marrying her.

She also knew that one failed chance could brighten another.

He never received that email and assumed his dream company did not prefer him.

She had wiped the last remains of the digital footprints, convinced that what you don't know cannot hurt you.

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55-word fiction for the second day at the BarAThon

Theme prompt: what you don't know


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  1. She was smart and sneaky and found a way to get what she wanted, But even though he may not know, it might end up destroying their relationship. Loved the story.

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  2. Smart girl!! Hope the husband never got to know of her past and they lived happily ever after! Good one for the prompt, Uma :)

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    1. They aren't yet married, Shilpa. She thinks his ruined chances will somehow get him to marry her. Thanks, Shilpa!

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  3. Oops that's sneaky...if the guy gets a wind of it then it might be of overall for real. Nice story.

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    1. Love is sometimes blind and sees no logic, right?

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  4. This is brilliant. You have weaved the story so well for the prompt.

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