Under the same sky

Under the same sky

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Amey being the silent one he didn't get people that easy he had to go through multiple episodes to show up every morning,home being comfort place for one being can be hell to other . Been the forgotten son in a house echoing with praise for his brother Purav, he learned early that silence was safer than shouting, that shadows were warmer than the spotlight Harsh the loud cheerful guy , 6'1 basketball player ,he had his life easy or it may seem like it . Trying to hide the truth behind the perfectly moulded face but how long can one pretend right !? What happens when two souls under the same sky finally sees the pain in each other's eyes Will they help each other or fall in love ? or maybe both ? Who knows Let's find out together bunnies 🐰 Cover photo is not mine !
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Reyansh was made of softness. small, shy and impossibly sweet . he cries during sad commercials and thinks hug can heal the world Plump pink lips, puffy cheeks, skin that turned rosy if someone even looked too long. He smiled at strangers. Hugged flowers. Apologized to ants. But then Abhimaan singh rathor walked into his life. Cold. Rich. Powerful. A mafia heir with blood on his hands and obsession in his bones. He didn't believe in love. He believed in possession. Now Reyansh lives in a glass penthouse. His flower shop is gone. His freedom, bought. And Abhimaan watches his every move - like a god admiring his favorite creation. > "You were too soft for this world, sweetheart," he whispers. "So I stole you from it." This isn't a love story. This is a velvet trap made of obsession, kisses, and gold handcuffs. Soft boy. Hard man. Deadly love. He smiled at the wrong stranger... Now he belongs to him.

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