His Unwritten Exception
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She's the kind of chaos that laughs in the middle of storms,
and he's the kind of calm that makes even silence feel loud.
Anushka Malhotra lives freely - loud, impulsive, and fearless.
Shreyansh Singhaniya lives quietly - composed, distant, and unreadable.
Two interns from different colleges,
brought together by fate, deadlines, and every unwritten rule they promised not to break.
But between sarcasm and stolen glances,
somewhere between her laughter and his silence,
they find a story neither of them planned -
one that was never written in the rules...
but written in them
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