Lines Between Us

Lines Between Us

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She kissed him to forget. He kissed her like he was waiting his whole life to be her mistake. She is engaged to another man, whom she should want, love. But he is the chaos she can't resist. Vidhira Desai, a good daughter, good fiancé, soon to be a good wife. She thought she had all figured out-steady job, sensible fiancé, predictable, stable, safe, everything she had always wanted or did she? Nivash Karthikeyan, the storm in her calm, with a smirk, wrapped in nothing but a towel and an irresistible charm that makes you wanna bend your rules and let's not get started with his "natural charm". He's fire. She's tries not to get burnt. But the heart doesn't always want safe. Sometimes it chooses the storm. Angst, spice, next door boy with demons of his own and grumpy girl gets into a friends with benefits arrangements. What happens when the wrong guy feels dangerously right?
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Set in early 2000s India, this is a slow-burn romance of unsaid feelings, stubborn silences, and hearts that take their time to fall. "I have loved you since I was six." But I never told him. Because he was my best friend's brother. Because he was eight years older. Because he never looked at me the way I looked at him. Years passed. I never moved on. Not even a little. And then... he came back-older, colder, and wearing a police uniform. Then, I did the one thing I never dared before. I wrote him a letter. A letter full of everything I had buried inside me for years. He read it. And broke my heart with five quiet words: "You are not my type." But fate, it seems, has a twisted sense of humour. One letter. One rejection. And one arranged marriage proposal later, suddenly, I'm his fiancée. He asked me to say no. I said yes.

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