MOHOBBAT CHUPKE CHUPKE

MOHOBBAT CHUPKE CHUPKE

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SPORT ROMANCE 🤺 Avyaan Rajvansha is a man built of silence, discipline, and steel. A national-level fencing player with a cold gaze and restrained emotions, he lives by control-on the strip and in life. Grumpy, introverted, and distant, Avyaan believes that feelings are distractions he cannot afford. Winning is his only language. Vulnerability is his only weakness. Shrayna Nanda is everything he is not. A sunshine soul with laughter in her heart, Shrayna is a lively college student who believes in warmth, emotions, and second chances. From childhood, she has carried a quiet, unspoken love for Avyaan-one she never had the courage to confess. Years later, fate brings her back into his world when she arrives to cheer for her brother the oponent pf avyaan the life takes the troll over heart.
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Maa turned to me. "Riya beta, go outside and bring the flowers from the garden. And if you see him, bring him along with you." I nodded, clutching the thali a little tighter, and stepped out toward the garden. He was nowhere in sight. Shrugging it off, I bent down to lift the large basket of flowers placed near the parking area. The tiny blooms felt impossibly heavy. As I struggled, the sharp edge of the basket nicked my wrist - hidden beneath the soft folds of my dupatta. Great. If anyone notices, I'm doomed. Ignoring the sting, I stepped onto the marble path cutting through the grass - and lost my balance. "Whoa-" Before I could fall, strong arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me back. My breath hitched. Time stopped. The world went silent - no birds, no distant traffic, no rustling leaves. There he was. Dhruv Rathore. Standing so close I could feel his warmth, his steady presence grounding me. The boy my heart had never quite let go of - even after four long years - was holding me in his arms. He looked exactly how memory had preserved him. Calm. Composed. Effortlessly commanding. And then reality crashed into me. He's my sister's devar. ✨A slow-burn romance set against the chaos of an Indian wedding, filled with family drama, soft moments, and emotions that refuse to stay hidden. ✨ #1 in rituals🌸✨🎀(3/02/2026) #1 in rituals (12/03/2026) #9 in beautiful ( 27/03/2026) #1 in past love ( 5/04/2026) #2 in beautiful (8/04/2026)

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