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𝗣𝗥𝗘𝗠 : 𝗘𝗞 𝗦𝗔𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗣𝗔𝗡
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Ongoing, First published Mar 31
Aap janna chahte hain na kyun hum aaj tak aapko bhula na sake?
To suniye- Prem karte hain aapse-!!

                     [ 𝐄𝐤 𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐢 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐣𝐢𝐬𝐤𝐢 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐢 𝐧𝐚 
                       𝐣𝐚𝐧𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐧𝐢 𝐯𝐲𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐡 𝐥𝐢 𝐠𝐲𝐢 ]

Love- love which makes you go crazy , love that transcends worldly desires and the love which is so pure that it ties two souls in an eternal bond of devotion.

In a world where love is often mistaken for mere affection or passing care, its true essence-of surrender, devotion and sacrifice , remains unheard amidst the noise of fleeting emotions.

" PREM : EK SAMARPAN " - A TALE OF LOVE , DEVOTION AND SURRENDER 

This is a tale of two hearts - one shaped by power, the other by unconditional faith. When fate intertwines the resolute Yatharth and the graceful Vaidehi , love becomes more than just an emotion; it becomes surrender.

"Let's turn the pages and uncover the timeless tale of Yatharth and Vaidehi."
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