Athan - The Man I Loved First
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Last published Mon, Jun 29, 2026
At the age of 14, Nila was just a 9th standard girl with an innocent heart. During every family gathering, her eyes would always search for one person - her Athan, Rudhra.
Rudhra, 21, was an engineering student in Chennai. Mature, responsible, and protective, he always saw Nila as nothing more than the little girl who followed him everywhere.
But for Nila... it was different.
What started as a small childhood admiration slowly turned into something deeper - a silent love she never dared to confess.
hii guys this is my first story.please ignore the errors if you find any.the story will be slow burn❤️🔥.when you start to read you will be felt like you are in the position.I will try my best to connect you all to the book .please support me .
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