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Ongoing, First published Nov 26
Mature
She fights the world ; she forgives it - but heartbreak reaches them both. 

Harman , loud and fearless , loses to love the nationalities of teams and loyalty she can't fight . Smriti, gentle and patient, watches her heart shatter when trusts turn into betrayal . Different in every way , hurt in different worlds - yet their broken pieces fall towards each other , fitting closer than before . 

She's fire , she's calm. 

Harman storms through life with loud laughs  stubborn courage and heart guarded by old wounds. 
Smriti moves quietly - soft-spoken , steady , patient enough to wait for love she never demands . Their worlds clash at every turn....yet somehow , every collision pulls them closer , like opposites destined to fit . 

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