Miles, Mandates, aur Pyaar
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Laila never expected to fall for a man whose face is plastered across every news channel in India. Rahul never expected to find his sanctuary in someone, oceans away. In a world of political strategies and endless scrutiny, their love is the only thing that's real. But in the game of power and public opinion, can they keep their connection alive?
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