DHRUV'S POV:
Our lips parted momentarily, a gentle pause in the whirlwind of our passion before the magnetic pull drew us back together in a tender collision. My hands, initially cradling Aliaβs face with delicate reverence, slid down to the small of her back, drawing her against my chest.
Thank you cuties π
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π π π π π π± π π π π π π Ekansh Pratap Singh was forged in shadow. Cold. Untouchable. A man who loved once and lost harder than the world will ever know. One night on a cliff road, he lost everything from him - his heart, his hope, and nearly his life. He would have died too...if not for a nameless girl who pulled him out of the wreckage and vanished before dawn. Years passed, but grief turned into obsession. He searched for the girl who saved him. He never forgot her. He never found her either. Until his mother, tired of watching him bleed quietly, bound him into a marriage of convenience with Naina. Naina Tiwari - a soft-spoken, sharp-minded woman who knows the ache of abandonment more intimately than her own reflection. Raised with a father who loves his business more than his daughter, steps into a home built of silence and ghosts. What she doesn't expect is the man behind the cold exterior - controlled, wounded, terrifyingly loyal - or the way their marriage of duty slowly shifts into something gentler. Something that feels dangerously like love. But their story was written long before vows were exchanged. The truth that destroyed Ekansh once is waiting to rise again. The girl he never found is closer than he thinks. And every step forward pulls them deeper into a past stitched with secrets, betrayal, and a single night that changed them both. Two souls. One truth. A love born from rubble - destined to rise. Will love bloom between a man trapped in memory and a woman aching for belonging? Will the truth set them free - or shatter the fragile world they've begun to build? Join them on a journey where fate doesn't play fair, where love grows slow and steady, and where the past refuses to stay buried.
In a world where heartbreak stacks itself higher than hope, fate somehow threads together two souls who were never meant to cross pathsβyet desperately needed to. Smera Joshi has spent her whole life flinching from the idea of love. A childhood fractured by a father who taught her the wrong kind of fear left her wary of every man who tried to step close. She trusts her work, her silence, her own two handsβnothing else. Jay Gupta, on the other hand, is soft where she is guarded. His heart carries the quiet ache of a love that never loved him back, a wound left behind by the one person he trusted mostβhis best friend. Now he walks carefully, afraid to offer his heart to someone who might drop it again. When Smera and Jay collide, it isnβt dramaticβitβs subtle. A spark. A gentle shift. The kind of connection that grows before either of them even notices. Slowly, Jay finds himself drawn to herβadmiration melting into something deeper, warmer, terrifyingly real. And Smera, despite every wall sheβs built brick by brick, starts seeing him as the one man who doesnβt frighten herβ¦ the one she wants to trust. She finally opens her heartβfor him, only him. Two wounded hearts. One unexpected bond. A slow-burning unraveling of walls neither believed would ever fall. But when she steps toward him, brave and tremblingβ¦will Jay open his bruised heart to her too? Or will the fear of breaking again make him pull awayβthe moment she finally chooses him?
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