THE MATH OF LOVING YOU
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Love wasn't in the timetable... but destiny was.
They were just colleagues.
He was numbers, she was poetry.
He was logic, she was chaos.
Professor Madhav Sen never believed emotions could interfere with his perfectly structured life-until Mannat, the English professor who laughed too loudly and cared too deeply, began to rewrite every equation inside him.
But when his family pushes him toward another woman and Mannat suddenly steps out of his life, Madhav must choose between duty and the one person who sees him beyond his perfection.
A quiet love. A deep ache. A confession in the rain that changes everything.
Their story isn't meant to be perfect-only real.
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