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A PraShiv story!! Forced together and forced to fulfill a relationship after his impulse decision. She hated him, he ruined her. Somehow somewhere he loved that she hated him. Somehow somewhere she loved that he cared about her. What could possibly go wrong? They divorce? They burn each other? Or even worse... they fall in love. Read and find out.
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