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𝙋𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝙆𝙞 𝙇𝙖𝙩𝙩 𝙈𝙤𝙝𝙚 𝘼𝙚𝙨𝙞 𝙇𝙖𝙜𝙞 𝙃𝙤𝙜𝙮𝙞... 𝙈𝘼𝙄 𝙈𝘼𝙏𝙒𝘼𝘼𝙍𝙄... Those eyes. Dark, intense, and impossibly deep, fixed on me in a way that made my breath catch. There was no anger in them, no mockery, just a strange calm that pulled me in without warning. I couldn't explain why my heart started pounding so loudly or why looking away felt impossible. In that moment, it felt like the world had shifted slightly off its axis, leaving me shaken in a way I wasn't ready to understand. ~ Anvi Malhotra✨ ________________________________________________ This peacock feather... it reminds me of Krishna and Radha, the kind of love that people don't just feel, but worship. A love so pure that it became divine. I know nothing in this world can ever match what they shared. Maybe no human love ever can. But what I feel is honest, and it comes from the deepest part of my heart. It may not be perfect, but it is real. So, with your permission, can you please make me yours? Can you please do me the honour of calling me yours?" ~ Avighna Rawal🦚 ________________________________________________

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"Aree uncle, jaake apne pote-poti ke saath baitho na... ya apne bete-bahu ke saath. Mere seat pe kyun baithe hue ho aap?" Ashi frowned deeper. "Hello? Uncle ji? Sunai nahi deta kya? Yeh meri seat hai." Now she was fully done, "Aapko samajh nahi aata kya? Ticket dekh ke.." Before she could complete her sentence, the man slowly lifted the cap from his face. And looked straight at her. Ashi's words died instantly. Because the man she had just confidently called uncle... Was absolutely, undeniably not an uncle. Late twenties. Sharp features. Clean jawline. Formal clothes that screamed class. And eyes...calm, sharp, and currently staring at her like he had just found unexpected entertainment. The man studied her for a second, then his gaze casually moved from her face... to her height... and back to her face. A faint smirk appeared. And then he said, in a calm, slightly amused tone, "Seat tumhari hai... lekin attitude kaafi bada hai... bacchi pata nahi aaj kal maa baap apne chote bacchon ko akele kaise travel karne dete hai." ___________________________________________________________________________ ASHI AGGARWAL, 23, had spent two exhausting years chasing jobs, surviving ghosted emails and endless "We regret to inform you" messages. Not because she needed money, but because she had dreams and self-respect. Still, rejection after rejection had started to wear her down. Then one day-ping. A job offer from Mumbai for a Food Technologist Scientist position. After two long years, Ashi had finally made it. ABIR MITTAL, twenty-six, was tall, intimidating, rich, and permanently done with life. Born into a wealthy Bhopal family, he could've lived comfortably forever. But comfort was boring. So when India's second-largest tech company offered him a General Manager position in Mumbai, he packed up and left New city, zero peace, endless emails. Completely unaware that Mumbai had more than just a promotion waiting for him.

𝐌𝐀𝐈 𝐉𝐎𝐆𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐘𝐀[The Art Of Replse]

𝙃𝙪𝙞 𝙢𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙞 𝙟𝙤𝙜𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙮𝙖, 𝙟𝙤𝙜𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙮𝙖..... 𝙏𝙪 𝙟𝙤𝙜𝙞, 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙞 𝙟𝙤𝙜𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙮𝙖 𝙢𝙖𝙞𝙣... 𝙟𝙤𝙜𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙮𝙖 ♡𝐌𝐚𝐢 𝐉𝐨𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐲𝐚♡ 𝑨 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝑱𝒐𝒈𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒚𝒂, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝑱𝒐𝒈𝒊. 𝖣𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝖠𝗇𝗏𝗂 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖠𝗏𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗇𝖺 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾... 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋? 𝖡𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝖠𝗇𝗏𝗂-𝖠𝗏𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗇𝖺. 𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝖾𝗑𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾? 𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗅𝗌 𝗌𝗈 𝗍𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗂𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄 𝗂𝗍? 𝖶𝗁𝗈 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒... 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗒𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌? 𝖡𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝖠𝗇𝗏𝗂 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖠𝗏𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗇𝖺 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗆𝖾𝗍. 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗅𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽. ************ Can't read as standalone... Prefer to read MAI MATWAARI first...

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