Their Own Way
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#1 romancedrama 28.1.2026
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It's a soft, romantic, sweet, lovestory. You are gonna have a total roller-coaster experience.
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"Slow down, topper," a deep voice said.
I froze.
Aarav Rathore was crouched down, picking up my books - my books - the same guy who looked like he'd rather fight someone than help them.
"Sorry," I muttered, pushing my hair behind my ear.
He glanced up. His eyes were dark brown, almost black.
Dangerous, but... tired. Like he'd lived more years than he was supposed to.
"It's fine," he said. "You should look where you're going though. You're too..." He paused, eyes narrowing slightly. "Soft."
My cheeks warmed. "I'm not soft."
He raised an eyebrow. "Sure."
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