The Night We Met - Shreyas Iyer
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Amara Krishnan, a simple interior designer, had given up on love - until she met Shreyas Iyer, the charming cricketer.
The rest is history.
Tropes -
Mutual Pining
Architect x Cricketer
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This story is a work of fiction and the product of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The content, characters, and events are original and protected-copying or plagiarism in any form will not be tolerated.
Please note: This story contains emotional themes, moments of vulnerability, and romantic tension. Reader discretion is advised.
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