The Forbidden Flower

The Forbidden Flower

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Romance
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Comedia Romántica
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They say love can heal every would. But is love enough? Or is it the trust that comes with it? Radhi Bisht, a reserved and quiet girl. Blemished by something that had happened in her childhood she doesn't trust anyone easily. Now, she was just a silent girl with weird habits for the people around her. Worried of her loneliness her mother decided to transfer her to a different school. But convincing her wasn't easy, until he came The only one who Radhi easily listened to, Sameer Mathur, a quirky and quick witted boy. Famous at school for his good looks and the permanent smile of genuine happiness on his face. World tried to weigh him down with the expections to reach the milestones her elder sister created. But for him, nothing else matter except his kitchen and love for cooking. And maybe the quiet girl whose cheeks he can't stop pulling? Will Sameer succeed in bringing Radhi out of her shell and make her enjoy her teenage freely?
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