The Gautam-Rathore Feud
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Last published Tue, Jun 16, 2026
The first time he touched her, he was holding a gun.
The first time she begged him, it was to spare a life.
He was her family's nightmare.
She became his obsession.
Built on hatred.
Fueled by revenge.
And doomed by a love neither of them could survive.
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