In the Space Between Us.

In the Space Between Us.

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Some people don't meet to fall in love. They meet to heal first. Aarohi Deshmukh had stopped believing in anything that felt like hope. As the eldest daughter, she carried her family's expectations quietly, never speaking about the weight pressing against her chest. Trust was a luxury she could no longer afford. Neil Malhotra had already loved and lost. At twenty-nine, he had learned to be calm where others rushed, silent where others demanded answers. He didn't believe in second chances. They lived in the same apartment building. Different floors. Different wounds. Different ages. They crossed paths not at destiny's dramatic moment-but at an apartment get-together, surrounded by laughter that hid their pain. But love wasn't the hardest part. An eight-year age gap. Two broken pasts. Families where caste mattered more than feelings. When healing turns into love, and love turns into a question neither of them is ready to answer-will they choose fear, or each other? This is a story about quiet love, forbidden timing, and two hearts that found home when they weren't looking.
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A drunken mistake both of them could've repair... if only they hadn't repeated it. Two rival politicians. Two opposite parties. Two people who were only supposed to argue across parliament halls. One drunken night changed everything. What started as a secret mistake slowly turned into late-night drives, hidden meetings, stolen moments, and a "no strings attached" arrangement they swore meant nothing. He said there were no feelings. She said same. Until distance started hurting. Jealousy started speaking. And denial stopped working. Because in politics, crossing party lines is dangerous. Crossing heart lines? Even worse.

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