Preeran Love

Preeran Love

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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.

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