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Sun and Moon

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Title: Sun and Moon

want to assure you that I did not intend to deceive or take credit for someone else's work. My story is inspired by the talented @mahyeee1, and I had clearly mentioned in the description that it was inspired by her book 'MAHR-O MAAH'.

When the Sun met the Moon, the world paused to watch the chaos turn into destiny.

The auditorium buzzed with energy. Cameras flashed, microphones lined the podium, and banners of "Youth Empowerment Summit 20XX" hung everywhere.

Sidarth Singh Rathore - the son of the Chief Minister, future Education Minister, and the most controversial young politician in the state - walked in, flanked by security. His jaw was tight, his eyes unreadable. He looked like a storm dressed in a suit.

Whispers followed him.
"That's the guy who beat those men last week!"
"He's too arrogant..."
"But look at him-he owns the room."

In the third row, Shehnaaz Gill adjusted her glasses nervously. She wasn't supposed to be here - she'd come with her seniors, curious to see the man everyone either feared or adored.

When his eyes met hers - for just a second - something strange happened. His words faltered. The crowd disappeared.

Her innocent gaze didn't flinch.
She didn't look impressed, or scared.
Just... curious.

And that curiosity lit something dangerous in Sid.

He didn't know her name, but in that instant, he knew one thing -
He wanted to.

This story is inspired by Mahyeee 's MAHR-O MAAH please read her book first. I hope one day she reads it .All Rights Reserved

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