tulip_verse
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He was learning how to save lives.
She was struggling to save her own.
Rehaan Rathore carried discipline, ambition, and a natural sense of responsibility that reflected in everything he did.
Smriti Sharma carried silence, anxiety, and a heart exhausted from pretending to be okay.
They were two different souls-one carrying responsibility beyond his years, and the other learning to stay strong through every storm life sent her way.
Maybe love was never meant to find them.
Yet somehow, in the middle of broken trust, family chaos, sleepless nights, and battles no one could see... it did. β‘
What begins with arguments, coincidences, and constant chaos slowly turns into something neither of them expected-comfort.
But love was never the only thing waiting for them.
Because some stories are meant to heal you...
and some are meant to break you first.
β§ π«πππ π° - Where their story begins.