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⛦ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 4𝐭𝐡 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬: 𝐀 𝐉𝐨𝐝𝐡𝐩𝐮𝐫 𝐒𝐚𝐠𝐚 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 ⛦ 𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐏𝐨𝐥𝐨 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫/𝐒𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐫 ────────────── "𝐀 𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐬𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭. 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐉𝐨𝐝𝐡𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐬, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐚𝐠𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠."- 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐢 𝐌𝐞𝐡𝐫𝐚, 𝐃𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫. "𝐒𝐢𝐱-𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐭-𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐞. 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐚 𝐣𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐈'𝐦 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫."- 𝐑𝐮𝐝𝐫𝐚 𝐉𝐨𝐝𝐡𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐭 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞. ──────────────

In a city that never truly paused - where the nights buzzed as loud as the days, and dreams rose and fell with the tides of traffic - two souls were quietly drifting. One, weighed down by responsibility, chasing a future mapped out in numbers and silent sacrifices. The other, carried by the winds of whimsy, chasing nothing and everything at once, with dreams stitched together in bursts of color and curiosity. Delhi was a place of endless stories, and most passed by unnoticed - faces in the crowd, names lost to time. But sometimes, in a corner of a busy street, across a park that held a thousand whispered promises, fate wove two wandering lives together - awkwardly, unexpectedly, beautifully. It started with a café, a mess of papers, a bubblegum smile, and a meeting neither of them were looking for. It started, as most extraordinary things do, with something ordinary. This is their story - of love stitched in clumsy laughter, tested by restless city days, and bound together by something as fragile and fierce as hope.

"Wait!" he cried, holding onto my wrist and swiftly turning me around. I gasped, my eyes widening as he stared at me intently, his deep gaze burning into mine. "I'd prefer it if you showed me around the house." I glared at him. "If you're gonna live in this house, we need to have a standard set of rules," I seethed. "Rule number 1: Never touch me," I declared, yanking my hand out of his. "But-" "Goodbye," I said, slamming the door in his face. ----------------- If there was one thing Mia Summers knew her whole life, it was this: When you hate someone with a burning passion, you'll ultimately end up falling in love them. Wasn't it true? Don't all the main characters from those books and movies hate each other at the beginning, but then slowly fall in love with each other by the end? But all her dreams go crashing down when Dakota Williams stumbles into her life. Dakota Williams - the most popular guy in school. She always made it a point to never hate him, because hating him is just as bad as liking him. Hating him means that she'll ultimately end up falling in love with him - and there was no way she was ever gonna let that happen. But when Dakota's parents have to go out of town for a family emergency, Mia's parents offer him a place to stay - in their own house. Suddenly, Mia and Dakota have to live with each other, and they become the most unlikely of roommates. She's desperate not to let Dakota get under her skin - to ignore him at all costs. He's desperate to make Mia see him as an actual human being - even if it takes getting on her very last nerves. No matter how many times Mia seems to push Dakota away, he keeps finding a way to come back and get under her skin. Will he find a way to finally make Mia crack?

What if instead of locking Khushi in Sheesh mahal, Arnav gives her a chance to prove herself?

SOME COLLECTION OF STORIES WRITTEN BY ME... WELL I LOVE ROMANTIC STORIES... SO IF U R A FAN LIKE ME OF ROMANCE SO PRESS THE CLICK BUTTON AND START READING.... BUT JUST VOTES AND COMMENT PLEASE.... AND YEAH ALL ARE WRITTEN ON CHARACTERS SANSKAAR AND SWARA PURELY SWASANLICIOUS... I'LL TRY SOME OTHER GENRE TOO BUT FOR NOW LOVE STORIES ARE MY PRIORITY😶😝😍 AND YEAH SOME CONTAIN HIGHLY MATURE CONTENT SO PLEASE IF U R NOT ABLE TO READ SKIP THAT OR DONT READ COZ I DONT WANT ANY BASHING TO MY STORIES..... Thanks and love all😘😘❤❤❤❤