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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. "Whatâ" 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? âWhen death comes to hold my hand, I'll hold yours with the other and promise to find you in every lifetime.â â Rajveer âMy darling, you will never be unloved by me. You are too deeply tangled in my soul.â â Aarav



âThe distance between your hand and mine is called...grief.â Two strangers. One arranged marriage. And a distance neither of them intended to cross.



"Everything here runs on my terms, assistant." Desperate for a job, Ishan's last hope is Agnihotri Automobiles. But the cold and intimidating CEO, Vikram Agnihotri, isn't someone who welcomes change-especially not after the tragic loss of his wife. Can Ishan survive in a world ruled by Vikram's iron will, or will he crumble under the pressure? âTop- Vikram Agnihotri âBottom- Ishan Verma â ïž Warning: A slowburn with lots of angst. Emotions unravel slowly-nothing is rushed.



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