"Kyun iss faasle ne humein itna ajnabi bana diya ki ab aap nazrein chura rahi hain?" A sacred temple, a bustling market, and a pair of blue glass bangles carefully slid onto a trembling wrist. To the world, Saraksh is the epitome of a protective, attentive partner the kind whose gentle words send a flurry of butterflies straight to Ishanika's stomach. But behind his soft smiles and desperate, pleading eyes lies a suffocating guilt. Ishanika prays for the courage to be selfish for their love. Saraksh prays to Bholenath for forgiveness, haunted by a dark past. He knows he is living on borrowed time because while she looks at him with pure devotion today, the truth is a ticking time bomb. What happens when the girl who loves him finally remembers why she should hate him? ✨ Tropes: she Falls First / both fall Harder • Slow Burn • Healing Fiction • Indian Context • Amnesia/Secret Past • Pure Angst & Comfort .
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