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I'm a student persuing for higher studies. Writting is more than a hobby for me, but not quite acceptable as career for my family.
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2.A NIGHT AT Her Childhood Home - part i
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|ššØš¬šš¬ šš§š šš¢š šš«ššššš¬ - šš| "Khwaab to tum ho hi. Haqikat mein badalne ka junoon hai." She had known him for 14 years, been in love with him for 4 years and dated him for 4 months. Everything about them has always been š§š°š³š£šŖš„š„š¦šÆ. She was just the daughter of the dead butler and he was the billionaire heir. Love blooming in the forbidden lands doesn't survive easily, everything in the surrounding is poisonous, ambushing to crush it down. Especially when you fall for the š šššš mistaking him for a gentleman, every door of escape shuts down, no matter how far you run. šš½š²šøššµš® šš®šŗš®ššµ wasn't new to the feeling of being unwanted and neglected. However, her patience wore thin when her mother started to push her to agree for a marriage she doesn't want, where she would be nothing but a šššššššššš. In her desperate urge to break through all, she didn't realise she had just landed herself in a perfectly laid__ šššš ? There's always an unspoken rule; you don't poke the š šššš by going after his woman. That's the sin his enemies committed and now they must bear the consequences. Nothing can stop him now. He had her once, lost her twice and now he wants her back. š©šš¼šŗ š¦š¼šŗš®š»š¶ had been a gentleman for far too long. Not anymore. The š šššš is finally set to step out of the disguise and claim what is š³šŖšØš©šµš§š¶šššŗ his. š¹šššš£šš wasn't their fate. Or was it ?
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