Where Passions Collide - A modern Jodha Akbar SS
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Two worlds. One steeped in centuries of tradition, the other forged from glass, steel and algorithms.
Jodha Shekhawat's heart pounded as she stared at the towering headquarters of Khan Engineering. She was the keeper of Amer Spaces. A family legacy of sun-dried spices and hand-cut masalas. But in this sterile kingdom of precision, her heritage felt fragile, almost out of place.
Inside, Jalal Khan was waiting. India's first high-tech engineer, a man who turned mechanics into AI-driven high efficiency. Their meeting was supposed to be business. Instead, it turned into a collision.
Fire met ice. Tradition and innovation collided. And somewhere between the sparks, a connection began to smoulder that neither of them saw coming.
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