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The Unspoken Blueprints

The Unspoken Blueprints

Reads 27
Votes 3
Parts 4

Ongoing10m

Last published Sat, Aug 1, 2026

Fiction

Romance

Slow Burn

First Love

Happy Ending

Tagsarchitect classicaldancer desi hefellharder india

Two worlds apart. One born in dust, battles fought to become one of the best architects in the country. People say he's cold hearted, but do they ever see his hidden wounds? And the other, who smiles not a real one but the one which reassures others. They think she has the best life ever, but did they ever notice the pain she carries behind that fake facade? One's hands craft to heights and one's feet echo emotions one possible can't. Torn between passion and responsibility, real emotions and fake smiles, dark past and attempt to heal, they help each other. Their love lies not in grand gestures, lustful desires or extravagant plans, but quiet understanding, healing care and unconditional support. Delve into one of the most beautiful stories you'll ever read. The tale of Krishnaa Pillai and Rudra Malhotra. Started on: 2nd April, 2026 Ended on: <3

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