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Connected By Heart ✅

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Reads 99,859
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Parts 34
Time 3h 59m

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A tale of a wife whose husband has lost his memory in an accident. 

One accident changes Sana's and Sidharth's life completely. For the memory she has with her husband, she chooses to go through the turmoil every second after the accident and make new memory with a stranger who is a clean slate and has no knowledge about their relationship.

Will his heart beat for her again?
Will their relationship bloom?
Will Sidharth accept Sana as his wife?
Will he ever get back his memories?

Read on to find the answers to these questions.

Disclaimer: This story is fictional and has nothing to do with real life people, place or incident. Additionally, I as an author, have absolutely no medicinal, illness or treatment knowledge of any of it mentioned in the story. Kindly treat it as a fiction only.

©️My story is copyrighted so please ensure that you do not copy, distribute or produce it in written, audio, video or any other form.

Started: 8/12/2021
Completed: 27/2/2022

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