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Wah, free me padhne ka maza lete raho, bas ek comment ya vote karne me toh shayad bahut badi mehnat lagti hai naa!!!
Guys, I am honestly shocked and frozen at the same time, how did the reach drop to such a low? I wasn’t giving regular updates before either, but still, the last chapter got such disappointing reach.
If this continues, I’ll have no choice but to make this story a paid one on Scrollstack, which I haven’t done till now. Over there, readers will have to buy the story to read it, while here you’re getting it for free—but clearly, it has no value for you.
Please increase the reach, do votes and comments. Do you even realize how much hard work goes into writing each line? Silent readers can never understand that.
Lagta hai free cheezon ki koi value hi nahi hoti.
Shayad mufti me muli cheezon ki kadar tab hoti hai jab woh chhin jaati hai.
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When the tent was finally up, Dhara stepped back, her chest tight with a feeling she couldn’t name—a mix of gratitude, safety, and something deeper. She grabbed Samar’s hand, her fingers warm and insistent.
Dhara stepped back from the newly erected tent, her chest tight with a warmth that felt like it could burst.
Her eyes, glistening with unshed tears, flickered from the tent to Samar, her lips curving into a tender, almost fragile smile.
She grabbed his hand suddenly, her fingers warm and trembling as they intertwined with his, her grip firm yet soft, as if afraid he might slip away.
“Wait, Hukum.”
She said, her voice soft but heavy with meaning, her brows lifting slightly in a plea that made her eyes shine with vulnerability.
She tilted her head, her damp hair falling across her cheek, catching the faint starlight.
“We have to enter properly—right leg first, holding hands.”
Samar’s brow arched, his expression a mix of skepticism and curiosity, his dark eyes narrowing slightly.
“Why’s that so important?” He asked, his voice low, a faint crease forming on his forehead as he studied her face.
Her lips trembled, and she swallowed hard, her smile faltering for a moment before returning, fiercer, as if fueled by a deep resolve.
“It’s… it’s not just a silly idea.”
She said, her voice quivering with emotion, her eyes locking onto his with an intensity that made her look small yet unyielding.
“It’s important to me. You’re my home, Hukum.”
Her voice softened further, almost a whisper, and her eyes glistened with tears that threatened to spill.
She took a shaky breath, her fingers tightening around his, her face softening with a mix of gratitude and pain.
“After my parents died, my life fell apart in one night.”
Her voice cracked, and her lower lip quivered, her eyes dropping briefly to the ground as if the memory still stung.
“My uncle and aunt took me in, but they…”
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