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Stumped by Love
  • WpView
    LECTURES 73
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    Votes 13
  • WpPart
    Chapitres 7
  • WpHistory
    Durée 50m
  • WpView
    LECTURES 73
  • WpVote
    Votes 13
  • WpPart
    Chapitres 7
  • WpHistory
    Durée 50m
En cours d'écriture, Publié initialement mai 13, 2024
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Where silence is sacred and every book holds a universe, the library of Xavier's School is a realm of its own. Vedika Nalin, the fierce guardian of this literary haven, weaves her magic among the whispers of turning pages.

Enter Rudra Former cricket star turned maverick coach. With the sky as his canvas and the cricket pitch as his stage, he thrives in the roar of the crowd and the thrill of the game. The library's hallowed quiet? Not his scene.

But fate has a funny way of playing games. A stray shot, a shattered window, and suddenly, two worlds collide. The high priestess of prose and the cavalier of cricket are set on a collision course where words meet willow, and sparks are bound to fly.

It's a tale of broken glass and unbroken spirits, where the love for books battles the passion for the game. Will they find common ground, or will their worlds keep clashing? Dive into "Stumped by Love" and witness the story unfold.
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