SECRET OF MY HAPPINESS

SECRET OF MY HAPPINESS

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Fanfic
Cricket
Genre - romance, drama Synopsis - A boy named Harsh, born in a Gujarati family where he struggles his feelings to convince his parents about the passion he had for cricket since childhood . However his parents had different plans for him and had wanted him to become next CEO of their 500cr turnover company. With no intrest in MBA, he ditched his weekend classes and practiced for his ranji trophy selection in Azad Maidan. Here's where he finds the Reason of His Happiness, zoya . A few efforts and some meets later the cruel story to her past opens. A rape victim, that's what made it difficult for her to adjust back in Society....Will Harsh accept her?? Will he struggle for both love and passion?? Or will he make a choice??
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Love. Such a fragile word for something so infinite. Too small to carry the weight of what she was to me, too shallow to contain the oceans she stirred within me. No language could capture her, no gesture of mine could ever prove she was my very existence. I don't remember the exact moment, day, time, or situation I fell in love with her. I don't remember the exact moment, day, time, or situation I fell in love with her. But the universe had carved her into my very breath. And yet, when the hour came to protect what we had, I crumbled. I lost not to the world, but to my own silence. I failed. I failed to lift my voice against the tide of tradition. I failed to claim her as mine before those who questioned us. I failed to look my family in the eye and confess the truth that I, Dhanush Patel, love Mannat Khan. Nine years have passed, yet her name pulses through me like an open wound that refuses to heal. How do I face her now? Will she turn away? Or will her eyes betray the same storm that lives within me? I pray to Dwarkadhish, do not let fate steal her away from me. Let her heart still whisper my name in the dark, as mine has never stopped whispering hers ---------------------------------------------------------- ⚠️ Trigger Warning | Mature Content This book contains depictions of religious tension, strong language, and reflections of harsh societal realities. It also includes mature themes intended for readers 18 years and above. Sensitive or soft-hearted readers are strongly advised to proceed with caution-or refrain from reading. Reader discretion is strongly advised. -------------------------------------------------------------- This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, businesses, events, locales, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. © 2025 Author Isha All rights reserved.

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