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When Shruti Wagle returns to Mumbai after six long months, the Wagle home and hearts within it finally feel complete again.
She's gentle. Shy. The kind of girl who hides behind her specs, hugs her diary close, and listens more than she speaks. What she doesn't realize is how breathtakingly beautiful she is. The kind that turns heads without even trying.
And when she walks into college into his world Vivaan Malhotra forgets how to breathe.
He's never believed in love at first sight.
But in that one second, everything changes.
She's Sakhi's sister. But not just that.
This is a story of glances that last too long, heartbeats that skip without warning, and a love that begins before either of them has the words to admit it.
A story of soft moments, protective silences, and a boy who knew the moment he saw her that she was going to mean everything.
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