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Phir Bhi Tum
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  • Reads 1,120
  • Votes 374
  • Parts 12
  • Time 1h 16m
Ongoing, First published May 20
Mature
NEW CHAPTER EVERY WEEKEND
They were enemies. Then lovers. Then nothing.
But destiny never forgot.

He was her fiercest rival. She was his deepest distraction. Hatred turned to passion, only to be shattered by one cruel misunderstanding. Years passed, wounds remained.

Until fate intervenes-at a wedding, where a falling kaleera binds them again. A sign. A sting. A beginning.

Buried feelings resurface. The air between them thickens.

In the restless nights of Mumbai, old scars reopen, buried feelings ignite, and two souls must face the truth:
They never really stopped being each other's.

Phir Bhi Tum. Because some loves never end.

Two souls who tried to forget, find themselves entangled again - not by choice, but by destiny.
Because sometimes, even when everything ends...
Phir Bhi Tum.

  Tropes:
* Enemies to Lovers
* Second Chance Romance
* Fated Love / Destiny
* Mutual Pining
* Forced Proximity 
* Emotional Angst & Healing
* Slow Burn Reunion
* Gujju Leads
* Tall Protective Hero × Fierce Bold Heroine
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