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"So... You were searching for me, sweetheart?"
Rudransh leaned closer, a slow, dangerous smirk spreading across his lips. Samaira didn't flinch, though her heart hammered against her ribs.
"Stop calling me sweetheart," she glared. "I am not your girlfriend or anything..."
He leaned back slightly, his gaze dark enough to swallow the light.
"Then ban jao," he whispered, the playfulness vanishing into something cold and eternal. "Waise bhi... Samay ke ant tak tumhara astitva sirf aur sirf mere saath hi juda rahega."
One is a familiar flame. The other is a celestial storm.
Samaira is the thread that holds them together-or the one that will set them both on fire. In a world where every connection is a trap, how do you escape a fate that was written before you were even born?
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