Vidhir hikaye

He was used to people leaving him. She was used to people hurting her. What they weren't used to was having some one stay and actually give a damn about them. My first and perhaps only Sandhir centric story. Advice on writing them is most welcome. Warning : this is Sadda haq reimagined. I own nothing. I am also a Vidarth fan so I won't tolerate bashing of those two. Consider them a side pairing. This fic is a Sandhir one, but I have tried to give equal importance to both Randhir and Sanyukta as individuals as well. This story has been discontinued and is only up because of the comments I want to cherish. I will not be writing anymore for this. Bashing me for doing so is just going to make you look bad. Thanks. -----

'you see what you want to see. feel what you want to feel' He's misunderstood and broken. She's vengeful and outspoken. He is in love with a woman who contradicts everything he believes in. She is in love with a man who considers her to be a personified sin. He's Randhir. She's Vidushi. And this is NOT a love story. It is about the things they didn't tell you about love.