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𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐎𝐒
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Ongoing, First published Nov 16
𐙚⋆𝑨 𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆⋆𐙚
For those, who are chaotic, clumsy, & lowkey crazy, and think they're too much for anyone to handle- believe me, there's someone out there who'll see your heart as it is; pure and untamed. Someone who'd love to maintain you, even if you're high maintenance. You're worth every ounce of the love you're scared to ask for.

Prank gone wrong? Check. Slap delivered? Check. Accidentally crashing into each other? Always check!

Divyansh and Piya's chaotic meet-cute is full of laughs, awkward moments, and unexpected sparks. Because sometimes, love loves a little chaos.

Dive into 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐎𝐒, for chaos, laughter and lots of love.
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