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Golden mandap glowing under the twilight sky. Rose petals in slow motion. A tall, brooding CEO in a tailored sherwani, eyes that once held love now filled with unspoken pain. A soft-hearted psychologist draped in pastel silks, her long hair catching the breeze, hiding the storm inside her. The sound of dhol beats echoing through marble courtyards.
Eyes meeting across a crowded wedding-past colliding with the present. Ancient temple bells, whispered prayers to Krishna, jasmine-scented memories. Glittering mehendi nights, stolen glances, family secrets, and a heartbreak that never really healed.
This is a story of slow-burn passion, tangled truths, and love that was never meant to be forgotten.
He fell first. She fell harder. But fate? Fate always had the final word.
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