This story is purely fictional.
Not every lie is told to deceive.
Not every truth is meant to be revealed.
And not everyone is who they appear to be.
Every character has a story you don't know yet.
So don't judge them too quickly.
Don't believe everything you're told.
And most importantly, don't assume you know the truth.
Because in this story, every lie has a reason, every secret has a past, and every truth comes with a price.
Be patient. Read between the lies.
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"Arre, bro..." Rajveer's voice rumbled low, mischief sparking in his dark eyes as they swept down, then back up, lazily drinking in the boy's fine shirt, the small waist, the soft hands gripping his shoulders for balance, the flushed face. "Itni patli kamar toh humare gaon ki ladkion ki bhi nhi hoti." ("Even the girls in my village don't have a waist this slim.") The boy's mouth dropped open, lips parted in shock, words failing for a second. "What—" And that's how the two opposite hearts collided. But can a pind boy and a city prince find a place in the world where their hearts can beat freely? “When death comes to hold my hand, I'll hold yours with the other and promise to find you in every lifetime.” — Rajveer “My darling, you will never be unloved by me. You are too deeply tangled in my soul.” — Aarav
“The distance between your hand and mine is called...grief.” Two strangers. One arranged marriage. And a distance neither of them intended to cross.
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