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MY FICTIONAL LOVE FROM WATTPAD на avee_pearltales
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LOTUS: her blooming love [Brother's Best Friend × Acid Attack Survivor] на thelonglostpearl
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Lotus: Her Blooming Love "Love isn't about claiming, it's about surrender. And healing begins where true love waits silently. Gauri Vishwakarma was born with fire in her aim and devotion in her heart. A joyful, talkative girl whose world revolved around archery, friendships, and the whispered prayers she shared with her eternal companion-Shri Krishna. She thought she understood love. At least, that's what her possessive boyfriend made her believe. But everything begins to change the moment she steps into Jamshedpur, chasing her dreams at the Tata Archery Academy. When her brother's best friend, Shiv Verma, a quiet, dark-skinned coach with eyes full of unspoken emotions, walks back into her life-everything that once seemed sure starts to unravel. What Gauri doesn't know is that Shiv has loved her since they were teenagers-since the first time he saw her lighting a diya in the Radha Krishna temple, talking to Kanha like He was really listening. She never noticed. But he never forgot. Now, fate brings them under the same roof, in the same training ground, with her heart confused and his love silent. Will her broken beliefs about love shatter under pressure, or bloom into something pure? Will she see the difference between control and care? And will Kanha guide her to a love that heals? A tender, slow-burn desi love story that celebrates faith, healing, and the kind of love that waits. Forever.
Sukoon-e-dil ✓ [Under Editing] на thelonglostpearl
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She was terrified of touch-flinching at even the gentlest brush, retreating from warmth as if it could burn her. To her, touch had always meant pain, a reminder of wounds too deep to heal. She built walls, convinced that no one could ever reach her without breaking her apart. But then came him. His touch wasn't forceful; it wasn't something to fear. It was patient, steady-like a quiet promise that she was safe. And before she knew it, the arms she once feared became the home she never knew she needed.