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❝To the one who may never know he is the very heart of this story, the muse behind every word. Not in reality, but within these pages, we are together and look, I made the world fall in love with you too.❞
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❝To my lovely readers who believed in this story and found themselves longing for the love my characters share. I hope you discover an even deeper, more beautiful bond in your own life.❞
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Being raised in a household where you're regularly reminded that there's no one for you. Where you are abused, taunted, mocked and everyone makes you feel like you're not good for anything. Hurts, right ?? 𝐀𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐚, a girl who never knew what family felt like until a girl entered her life unknowingly and made her feel loved regularly. They became best friends. She found her escape in her and her family but till when will they treat her as a part of their family?? One or the other day they have to part ways. That's what she had thought until her best friend's brother came into the scene. He made her heart flutter unintentionally and she started seeing him in a new light who felt like a soft breeze of air that gave her comfort just like his name, 𝐒𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐫𝐚. He's what you call a chivalrous man, who knows how to treat others with love and care because he's showered with endless love by his doting parents. He's blessed with everything but never did he take anything for granted. All he aims for is to make his parents proud and marry his lady love with whom he's been in love with for don't know how many years unknown of the fact that she loves him too. Will she acknowledge her feelings for him or shoo them away ?? Will they bloom in love or part their ways while having each other in their hearts, calling it their kind of forever?
"What do you want for dowry?" She asked bluntly. The question hit him so hard that he nearly choked on his tea. He coughed, patted his chest and glared at her but she didn't even blink. There's no sympathy, no apology, just that calm, annoying composure. "Do I...Fuck!" He rasped, reaching for water then asked,"Do I look like that kind of person to you?" "Language, Mr. Rajput." She shot back, folding her arms. The sheer boldness of her tone almost made him laugh but he's enjoying it. "Logo ko dekh ke pata chal jata toh kya hi baat hoti, nahi? Who knows, you might torture me after marriage for not bringing any dowry?" She asked with a smirk. He stared at her for a moment then leaned in just to retort, "And what makes you think that even after getting dowry, you'll be safe?" Her throat went dry, but she didn't look away,"Exactly. In my opinion, shaadi is equal to barbaadi. So please, back out of this marriage and do both of us this favour." He smirked then slipped on his sunglasses,"I don't want anything from Mr. Rana... except his blunt-mouthed daughter. So yeah congratulations, soon-to-be Mrs. Rajput." He walked away, leaving her fuming and slightly breathless as she muttered,"Arrgh....arrogant idiot! " A soldier who hides his heart and a researcher turned assistant professor who denies hers, tied in a marriage that turns into the most sacred bond of all.
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