~เคจเคฎเคธเฅเคคเฅ~
The sun streamed through the curtains of a cozy Delhi bedroom, casting warm hues on the walls. Kiara lay sprawled on her bed, blissfully unaware of the ticking clock. Today was the day her 10th-grade results were to be declared, but Kiara? She was still deep in slumber, with not a care in the world.
Ghar walo ne momo ke paise dene se inkaar kar diya hai!๐ฅ๐ฅ
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๐ฉโก๐ช She has spent years carrying a hatred that was never entirely hers. Her family taught her who to blame, and she never questioned it-until the man at the centre of it all became the one person she couldn't stop thinking about. He was everything she had been warned against. A criminal. A dangerous man. Her brother's sworn enemy. And, unfortunately, her first crush. She enters his life with secrets of her own, determined to uncover the truth and settle an old score. But he has never been easy to deceive. He knows she's hiding something. He simply chooses to let her continue. What begins with a grudge slowly becomes something neither of them can control, while the truth about their families threatens to destroy whatever they have left. Because sometimes revenge doesn't end with destroying your enemy. ๐๐ค๐ข๐๐ฉ๐๐ข๐๐จ, ๐๐ฉ ๐ก๐๐๐ซ๐๐จ ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช ๐ฉ๐๐ฃ๐๐ก๐๐ ๐ฌ๐๐ฉ๐ ๐ฉ๐๐๐ข. ๐ฉโก๐ช
-๐๐ฎ ๐ฆ๐๐ซ๐ข ๐๐๐๐ก๐จ๐ง ๐ฆ๐๐ข๐ง ๐๐ฎ๐ง๐ข๐ฒ๐ ๐๐ก๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ ๐๐!- She sank to the floor, knees pulled in, her breath unsteady. "Some nights I feel like I'll disappear," she whispered. Ehan moved without urgency, lowering himself beside her. His hand found her arm, steady, warm-then gently, carefully, he drew her closer. She didn't resist. He shifted, guiding her onto his lap, slow enough to let her pull away, but she didn't. His arm settled around her, holding her there, while his other hand moved through her hair-soft, unhurried, smoothing it back, then lingering. Her head rested against his chest. For a moment, she stilled-listening his heartbeat-steady, unrushed. "Then I'll stay awake with you," he murmured, his voice low above her, "until you remember you're still here." Her fingers tightened slightly against his shirt. She buried her face into the side of his neck, the restraint slipping as quiet sobs escaped her. Her fingers clutched at his shirt, holding on like it was the only thing keeping her grounded. Ehan's arm tightened around her back, pulling her closer against his chest. He didn't say anything. Didn't ask her to stop. Just held her there, closer than before, letting her stay in the space she had finally allowed herself to fall into. -โ โ Pakhi is like a small bird - quiet, careful, and carrying hidden scars from a world that never made room for her. She expresses herself through her writing, the only place she feels safe to be seen. Ehan is like a full moon - bold, bright, and sometimes reckless, but with shadows of loss he can't hide. Where she hesitates, he moves with daring; where he burns too brightly, she offers calm. In a world of darkness, the bird finds its way by the moon, and together they discover light even in the deepest shadows. -โ โ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ - ๐ ๐ฌ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฐ-๐๐ฎ๐ซ๐ง๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐๐ฅ๐.
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