The corridor outside the apartment was dimly lit โ a single flickering bulb humming faintly above Vanyaโs head. The air smelled faintly of rain-soaked concrete and jasmine incense wafting from a nearby door. She stood there, clutching her purse to her chest, her breath fogging in the cool Lucknow night.
Her heart thudded violently against her ribs.
She didnโt even know what she was doing here.
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#๐ ๐ข๐ง '๐๐ก๐ ๐๐ก๐๐๐๐ข๐ฏ๐๐ซ๐ฌ๐๐งฟโจ' ๐ฌ๐๐ซ๐ข๐๐ฌ โงหยฐ ๏ผญ๏ฝ๏ฝ๏ฝ๏ฝ๏ฝ ๏ฝ๏ฝ ๏ฝ๏ฝ ๏ผญ๏ฝ๏ฝ๏ฝ๏ฝ๏ฝ๏ฝ๏ผ ยฐหโง โก An Indian Wedding Romance โก Kiara Mishra once believed in loveโ the soft, school-girl kind that blooms in quiet corners and ends in heartbreak at railway stations. Back then, she was the shy, clumsy girl who fell too hard for a backbencher with a dimpled smile. Years passed. He became a memory. She became a fireโ Dr. Kiara Mishra, bold tongue, sharp mind, zero time for nostalgia. โกโงโโโโโโโงโก But fate? Arre, that old troublemaker had other plans. A best friendโs grand Udaipur wedding drags her straight into royal halls, nosy aunties, dhol beatsโฆ and him. Ruaan Mahajan. The boy who once held her heartโฆ and maybe, just maybe, never returned it. โฆ Seven days. โฆ Forced encounters. โฆ Meddling friends. โฆ Too many sparks for two people pretending theyโve โmoved on.โ โฆ And one big, fat Indian wedding that refuses to mind its own business. What could possibly go wrong? Answer: Everything. โฆincluding the way she still looks at him. โฆincluding the way he never stopped. ๊ฅ A chaotic, nostalgic, slow-burn reunion you wonโt forget ๊ฅ โงโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโง #3 in schoolromance #2 in chaotix #1 in sadlovestory #3 in devotion #2 in crush
เคฐเคเฅเคคเคพเคเค ~ ๐ผ ๐๐๐ง๐ ๐ฝ๐ค๐ง๐ฃ ๐๐ง๐ค๐ข ๐ฝ๐ก๐ค๐ค๐ โ For the girls forged in darkness... and carved sharper than the men who tried to break them. โ ๐๐ฒ๐ฌ๐ก๐ค๐ ร ๐๐๐ซ๐ฒ๐๐ง They grew up believing they were ordinary. But fate had been waiting for them since the night an unfinished war began- a war born from sisterhood, twisted by control, and ended with gunshots, betrayal, and blood on the earth. She- the hidden queen of the deadliest mafia in Asia. He- the masked emperor of a male-dominated empire built on shadows. Both heirs to a hatred older than their own names. Both marked by the same crimson birthmark... the same legacy... the same curse written on their bodies. He hates her without knowing the truth. She matches his hate without fearing it. And still- they walk into marriage willingly. A union born from rivalry. Nightmares that don't belong to them. A mark that binds what history once destroyed. And a truth buried for generations- waiting to rise with the blood in their veins. Because destiny chose its weapons long before they were born. It carved them with the เคฐเคเฅเคคเคพเคเค. - rossett0x a.k.a. Author Rashi๐โจ
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