Истории Tkl

Everyone knows Preetas nature and how she is but, what if preetas only 50% of what she shows.... Story starts from Preeta and Prithvis engagemt

love

from the marriage track of karan and Monisha where Preeta sits in the mandap under the veil What if Karan and Preeta are already married? What if they are married again? What if they love each other from their college? What if Preeta is not a middle class girl? What if Sarla knows everything about Prithvi and is supporting him?

Karan Luthra. 29 years old CEO of Luthra Industries. A name that commands boardrooms. A face that once graced magazine covers - always with a charming smile. But the smile disappeared four months ago. The day his wife died... bringing their daughter into the world. Now, he's a single father to a baby girl who doesn't know the sound of her mother's voice - and barely knows the warmth of her father's arms. Preeta Arora. 26 years old Cardiologist. A woman who saves hearts for a living. But the one she loved most - she couldn't save. Her husband was a soldier.Brave. Loyal. Patriotic.He gave his life protecting the country - and with that sacrifice, took her heart with him. Everyone praised his courage. Called her a "hero's widow." But no one stayed to see the sleepless nights. No one heard her whisper his name into pillows. No one saw how she smiled at patients... and broke down in empty corridors. She didn't let the grief define her. She rose. She worked harder. She made herself unshakable. But love? She buried that word with her wedding ring. Now-fate brings two broken souls together. Not for love. Not for healing. Just for... survival. A proposal neither wanted. A marriage neither expected. But sometimes, **second chances come dressed as strangers.** --- This isn't about perfect love. It's about imperfect people who learn to love again. Through pain. Through parenting. Through silence. Through small smiles. And eventually... Through each other.

Some stories don't begin with love. They begin with a moment... A moment that feels ordinary- until it isn't. Two people, Two different worlds. And a connection they never expected. Raabta-e-Dil - not every story is planned... some are simply meant to unfold. ✨

It is totally different from kundali bhagya... but same as kundali bhagya...😁 Karan is a star cricketer.. he belong to rich family.. Preeta is a physiotherapist she also belong to rich family.. but some reasons she stay with her family in middle class families.. Thay are totally different from each other..they hate each other... In this story is lovely❣, romantic, funnyand drametic.. I need your support cuties.. 🤌🏻❤️

haveli track #Preeran Before known as HIGH ON LOVE Matured one ... read if u r comfortable #1 in track 2nd july 2022 #1 in limits 2nd July 2022

Everyone deserves a second...

𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 + 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄

Short story on my fav couple Preeran

hello guys ✋✋. . . peep to know yaha kuch nahi milega....😁😁 Cover credit :theinsanegurll

pics of Dheeraj/Karan

this story is from pihu kidnapping track ... let's seeee😎

just peep in ....... only for preeran and adiya fans....

The fact that love just happens is not false. Instant love is what is false. Love blossoms over time. As proof, the story of Karan and Preeta makes an appearance. THE KARAN LUTHRA-- TKL, India's BPL superstar. PREETA ARORA-- The Physiotherapist of the team. Karan Luthra, the famous cricketer was known for being a man who won many female hearts. He loved the fame and fan following that he was getting. However, he wanted a life partner, a woman who was his better half. Preeta Arora, the physiotherapist, rose to fame after taking the place of her mentor as the official physiotherapist of the team. She was a woman who carried so much within her. She wanted a man who would be her support at all times. It was hate at first sight, but not eternal hate. Love blossoms steadily. This is the story of Karan and Preeta.

❤❤❤

Everything doesn't end if you lose someone you love at the core! May be there's a soul left behind that will make you feel better ❤️‍🩹 "A SIGN OF LOVE".

My Edits 🌈✨🌕