Inbetween Magic and Colours

Inbetween Magic and Colours

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Avyan Kapoor, a businessman, who has buried his real self for the sake of the world, now living with a facade of perfection. Siara Khanna, daughter of a renowned businessman, who's forced to despise her own self and live behind the curtains with her veneer of bold personality. Their wedlock was out of convenience but can they manage to hold themselves back from falling for each other? Would they be able to break through the fake pretence they carry or fall for each other's charade? What might unfold inbetween magic and colours?
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