A True Indian Cinderella
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"YOU stupid idiot, you just started?? How disrespectful?" she yelled as she took something that looked like a long rod and hit me on my hands, legs, head. Tears welled up in my eyes but I had to control them not showing my weakness
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"Pakki??" he mumbled half asleep.
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I turned my head to the side to avert my gaze, but the sudden rosiness of my cheeks gave me away. "Ermm.. halal gap... stop changing the subject and tell me" I squeaked like a mouse.
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You are too close with this boy born from garbage family. Their status doesn't suit ours. You can't be soo close to him.
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"DON'T YOU EVER DARE BRING DISGRACE TO MY FAMILY. GET IT?" she pinched a good sized meat of my shoulders and twisted it just like starting a car with keys
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First part of the Story : They were childhood best friends - two halves of the same soul, growing up side by side, laughing through scraped knees and stolen glances. He's been in love with her for the last four years, hiding it behind playful teasing and protective silences. To him, she never felt the same. She never looked at him that way. What he doesn't know is... she does. She has. For the last two years, her heart has been his - quietly, completely, hopelessly. Neither of them dared to speak the truth, afraid of ruining the one thing they both held closest: each other. But feelings like these don't stay buried forever. And when fate begins to pull them apart, unspoken love might be the one thing that can finally bring them together... or break them completely. Tropes: Childhood Best Friends Mutual Pining Slow Burn Unspoken Feelings Heartfelt Angst Friends to Lovers Touch him and die. --- Second Part of the Story :He fell first-with every sarcastic comeback, every stolen glance, every argument that left her breathless. But she? She swore she wouldn't. Couldn't. Not after what love had already cost her. He was chaos in sneakers. She was walls wrapped in silence. He wanted her laughter. She fought to stay distant. But emotions don't ask for permission. She didn't want to fall... Yet somehow, she did. And when she did-she fell harder. A slow-burn enemies-to-lovers story where love isn't just found... it's fought for. There are three main leads two stories but only two will be paired. Tropes: Business partners He fell first She fell harder Slowburn Touch her and I'll break your neck Enemies to lovers desi x videshi --
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