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π™π™£π™«π™šπ™žπ™‘π™šπ™™ π™‹π™§π™€π™’π™žπ™¨π™šπ™¨ - π™Žπ™π™–π™™π™€π™¬ π™Šπ™› 𝙑𝙀𝙬𝙨 by Deewanixwriters
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AKSHAT SINGHANIA - A literature professor in Singania Institute of Arts and Commerce. He is soft and caring person with a tough exterior, who doesn't believe in love or marriage because of his parent's broken relationship and his ex wife's betrayal. As a professor, he's dedicated to his work, and his no-nonsense attitude masks a softer side. AMRIT TRIPATHI - She is a straightforward but introvert student, embodying simplicity and honesty. While others vie for the attention of their stern professor, Akshat, Amrit remains unnoticed until life takes an unexpected turn. Her future dream is to become an writer and she is starting her PHD. However their fates intervened when Akshat had to marry Amrit for saving her from humiliation. Jump inside to join their journey ✨
πŽπ›π¬πžπ¬π¬π’π―πžπ₯𝐲 𝐌𝐒𝐧𝐞||πŸπŸ–+ by shreens_galaxy
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#1 π–Žπ–“ 'π•·π–Šπ–™π–π–†π–‘ π•Ίπ–‡π–˜π–Šπ–˜π–˜π–Žπ–”π–“' π–˜π–Šπ–—π–Žπ–Šπ–˜ βœ§βœΏπ–π‘πžπ§ πŽπ›π¬πžπ¬π¬π’π¨π§ 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐒𝐧𝐠π₯𝐞 π₯𝐒𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 π›πžπœπ¨π¦πžπ¬ π‹πžπ­π‘πšπ₯✿✧ I stood still in front of the mirror trying to accept the fact I saw just sometimes. Tears threatened to spill out from my eyes as I looked at my reflection in the mirror. DEVASTATED and BETRAYED. Suddenly, the door of the room opened and slammed shut. I looked at his reflection from the mirror and wiped off my tears hurriedly before shoving the card inside one of the drawers, not wanting him to know about it. He came and hugged me from behind resting his chin on my shoulder. Reality dawned upon me and fear crawled up on each and every ounce of my skin. Sweat buds formed on my forehead and neck as I looked at him staring at me intensely from the mirror. His gaze was filled with desire. He turned me towards him by holding my waist gently and sealed our lips in a soft and gentle kiss. I closed my eyes trying to hold back my tears which were ready to spill out anytime feeling disgusted with his touch. At that moment of helplessness, all I was praying to God was 'please god let it be a dream where I'll wake up beside the love of my life, my Rann' but the saddest reality is it's not. "My Rann is a ruthless killer. He is a Devil with whom I got married."