Shivanya: From Giggles to Glances

Shivanya: From Giggles to Glances

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Shivansh and Anaya have been partners in crime since the sandbox days-sharing ice creams, secrets, and a million silly moments. From climbing trees to sneaking out to watch stars, their friendship was the kind that made everyone believe in soulmates... even if they didn't know it yet. Now all grown up (well, mostly), they find themselves stumbling through awkward glances, accidental hand touches, and a sudden realization: maybe love was always hiding in plain sight. But how do you confess your heart to someone who knows all your embarrassing childhood stories? A sweet, laugh-out-loud tale of best friends, slow-dawning love, and the magic of falling for the one who's been there all along. ************************************************************************************************** A/N: Hello everyone, so I tired writing a really fun and entertaining. Also I think I am kind of dramatic that would be seen in this story. Enjoy.
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