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  • Only His  by ishaaverse
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    Some eyes don't just look at you. They consume you. They ruin you. They remember you even when their owner forgets. Avisha Kaur never wanted to step into his world. Veer Singh Oberoi never wanted to let her escape it. One year of hatred. What started as a game of revenge slowly turned into stolen glances, midnight fights, and kisses that tasted like sin and salvation. But in a world where power is everything and hearts are weapons... how long can a lie dressed as love survive? He wanted revenge. She wanted escape. Neither knew they were destined to burn together. Because some eyes don't meet by chance. They meet to destroy... and then to heal.❤️
  • HIS OCEAN BLUE EYES : Our Unspoken Fate  by TheFictionalDoctor
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    > Dil Bharta nahi..... Aankhein rajjti nahi ... Chaahe kitna bhi dekhti jaaun.. waqt jaaye mein rok na paaun.... Tu Thodi der aur thehar jaa soneya.. Tu thodi der aur thehar jaa... Tu Thodi der aur thehar jaa Zaalima Tu thodi der aur thehar jaa......💓💓..... --------- In a world where fate chose mercy over tragedy, ARYAN AGNIHOTRI never died. He lived-with the same ocean-blue eyes that held unspoken storms, with a heart that loved AVANTIKA SINGH RAIZADA in ways words never could. This is not the story everyone knows. This is the story that was never allowed to happen. This is the story where time hesitated, where destiny loosened its grip-just once. Where love was not buried under loss, but forced to breathe through fear, memory, and scars no one talks about. Aryan carries survival like a quiet burden, and Avantika carries a love that has already known how fragile forever can be. They do not chase promises. They walk beside silence, between what almost ended and what still remains. His Ocean Blue Eyes - Our Unspoken Fate is not about rewriting the past, but about daring to live the future fate nearly stole. Because some stories are not meant to be loud. They exist in glances held a second longer, in hands that tremble before holding on, in hearts that know-this chance was never guaranteed. And when destiny gives love back its heartbeat, the question is no longer what if-but how much are you willing to feel again? 💙