Ranjishein

Ranjishein

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"I lost you, didn't I?" she said, her lips trembling as she spoke. His gaze fell on those parted lips, once his addiction, now a reminder of the past he needed to forget. He clenched his jaw, fighting the urge to comfort her. The old Arnav would have crumbled before her tears, but the new him would not. He turned around and walked towards his room, shutting the door behind him, giving her his silent answer. She was a closed chapter in his life. He had controlled himself all these years, he could do it now too. If not for his daughter, he would never have met her again. Navya Kapoor was just the mother of his daughter. That was the only importance she had in his life. • ♠ • He hates her for the past she can't change. She longs for the man he once was. Their love is a dangerous dance of passion and pain, but their daughter needs them both. Tangled in a web of longing and resentment, can their hearts heal from the scars of the past?
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𝐙𝐚𝐡𝐢𝐫 × 𝐃𝐡𝐫𝐮𝐯𝐢 | 𝟑𝟏 × 𝟐3 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬: #𝟏 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐥 She saw him more than once. And every time, her heart betrayed her; racing, stumbling, fluttering like a caged butterfly chasing a memory. Her breath shortened, her chest tightened, and still, she said nothing. Because it wasn't her place. Because she was never meant to be seen. Until she was. Until the day she stood before him, not as a stranger in the crowd, but as his bride. The wrong bride. He had seen her before. Once in passing, her eyes barely a flicker in his peripheral vision, dismissed for a prettier pair. The second time, he saw her through a vow sealed in blood and duty. And rage erupted. Exacting. Demanding. She wasn't supposed to wear that dress. She wasn't supposed to carry his name. But now that she does... There's no turning back.

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