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A story of two hearts, where every glance, every silence, and every whispered word lives quietly

between every line

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They met not by chance, but through the gentle weaving of family ties - two souls introduced under the warm glow of tradition. Both quiet, thoughtful, and wrapped in their own worlds, they never expected anything more than polite conversations and practiced smiles. Yet, something about each other felt strangely familiar - as if they had been waiting for this silence, this comfort, all along. He admired her grace, the way she listened more than she spoke. She found peace in his calmness, in the steadiness that mirrored her own heart. But when the room emptied and it was just the two of them, words seemed too heavy, glances too loud. Between awkward pauses and shy smiles, emotions began to bloom - soft, hesitant, but beautifully real. Their love didn't come with fireworks; it arrived like morning light - slow, gentle, and quietly certain. From arranged meetings to stolen moments, from hesitation to heartbeats in sync, they learned that love doesn't always have to be loud to be true. Sometimes, it's found in the spaces between words, in the way two souls simply exist together - without trying, without pretending. Two hearts, the same yet shy, Met under fate's gentle sky. In silence, their love took form, Quiet hearts began to warm. Not chosen by chance, but care, Love bloomed softly - unaware. To know more read the book

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