talesbyinara
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, a fierce cricketer raised under the weight of pride and expectations. A life ruled by discipline. Stern at heart, calm and collected. For him, love was nothing more than a fairy tale, something meant for stories, not for his reality.
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π¨ππππππ πΊπππ, a struggling writer whose life had always been shaped by scars. Deep and ugly ones that refused to fade. Yet, somewhere beneath the pain, lived a quiet flame of hope, fragile, but strong enough to keep her standing.
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They weren't supposed to fall in love.
Not when everything between them was pretend. Not when it was meant to end before it ever truly began.
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But between shared silences, stolen glances, and emotions neither of them was ready to name, the lines began to blur. What started as an act slowly turned real.
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And before they knew it, they had fallen...
too deep, too far, with no way back.
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A relationship built on fake love-
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