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Two names.
Two families.
One promise.
They never asked for.
He came back to Banaras after four years - calm, calculated, and colder than the season itself.
She walked into his world wrapped in quiet strength, eyes that didn't waver, and a presence that unsettled his perfectly built peace.
They weren't strangers, not exactly.
But what they were - neither of them could name.
Now, as winter settles over Banaras, their families plan a wedding neither saw coming.
Every glance feels like unfinished business.
Every silence, like a memory they can't admit to sharing.
It's not love at first sight.
It's recognition - the slow burn of something inevitable,
something that lingers between pride, promises, and the faint scent of chai.
Because some stories don't start with a confession.
They start with a proposal.
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𝓓𝓲𝓿𝔂𝓪...!