softmochitales
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π»π πππππππ βππ , not to tame, but to stand at the center of her wildfire and look her right in the eye.
And she accepted, not out of surrender, but because even the fiercest storms choose where they want to break.
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New scents rise. Old sins shift. And the predator prey line?
That was only the first lie they told themselves.
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πππ€ ππππ¦πππ πππππ£π, each carrying a truth that can ruin,or resurrect, the world they built.
Naina Malhotra, the girl who once felt like his 'πΌπππππππ ππππππππ' -
steps into the calm precision and quiet danger of psychologist Arjun Singhania, Rudran's younger brother.But some minds aren't meant to be read, and some connections refuse to die quietly.
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