Devoted
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"My life is a living hell."
"Then let me be a part of that hell. Because hell with you sounds like heaven to me."
Radhika Kapoor never believed in forever.
Not in promises. Not in love.
Then there was Vivaan Rathore.
A boy who spoke less and felt more. A boy whose silence carried words he never said aloud. A boy who slowly became a part of her life before she even realized it.
But sometimes, the most beautiful stories are the ones which chooses to test...
Behind a girl who is afraid of falling in love, there's always a boy who gives her every reason to fall in love.
A story about devotion that asks for nothing in return.
A story about love that refuses to be forgotten.
A story where every ending hides a beginning.
DEVOTED - because some people become more than a part of your life.
They become a part of your soul.
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