Brushstrokes & Boardrooms |18+
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He was a storm in a suit.
She was sunshine with paint-stained fingers.
An arrangement their grandfathers made.
A marriage neither of them chose.
A love neither of them expected.
Rudraveer Malhotra didn't do feelings.
Saisha Sharma didn't know how to stop having them.
He thought she was decorative.
She thought he was terrifying.
They were both wrong.
She fell first.
But he fell harder.
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