A Love Like This.... ✔

A Love Like This.... ✔

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Completed. ---------- "Why is Parth calling you CEO?" He asked suddenly. "Because I am one." I said proudly. "But I don't know, I mean your company... maybe something small you do." Roy shrugged and rubbed the back of his neck. "Your mother knows me, Mr. Singhania." I smiled. "As well as your father. Well, we even danced at the ball three months back." Yes, I can play this game. "I see, I'm Roy." Roy held out his hand for me. "Ashna Kapoor." I shook his waiting hand and that old dying flame was ignited by that mere touch. ________________ Love, Loren.
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One wrong number. One voice. And suddenly, the man who had never believed in love found himself waiting for midnight-just to hear her breathe. He had no right to feel this, yet every word, every pause pulled him closer to the place he swore he would never go. Shivansh Desai. CEO. Stoic. Disciplined. Detached. A man of ice, armor, and silence-until her laughter melted everything he thought unshakable. Prisha Sharma. Sunshine wrapped in calm defiance. She never chased him. She never needed him. And yet, by some cruel twist of fate, she became the only place where his restless mind could rest. They never planned it. Never labeled it. But in the stolen hours of midnight calls, they became each other's secret. And then... she left. No warning. No goodbye. Just absence. He shattered quietly, hiding the cracks behind power and control. Years passed, empires rose, but nothing filled the hollow she left. Until fate returned her. Same face. Same voice. Different world. Her eyes carried guilt, her lips trembled with unspoken longing. And deep inside, she admitted- "I left... but my heart never stopped following you." He felt it too-the pull, the ache, the fury. "You vanished like I was nothing. I should hate you... but how do I stop craving the very thing that ruined me?" Two hearts, scarred by silence, bound by a love that never died. Maybe this time, love would be enough. Maybe fate would finally keep what it once stole.

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