The Long way to I Love You
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Some stories don't begin with love-they begin with friendship.
Every night at 10 p.m., Kiara, an IAS trainee at LBSNAA, and Vihaan, a young officer in Jammu, end their day with a video call. They laugh, complain, and slowly become each other's home.
But Vihaan has hidden one truth in his heart for years.
Everything changes when an anonymous officer's confession goes viral. The world sees a love story. Kiara recognizes the voice.
What follows is a surprise visit, stolen glances, teasing, an unspoken confession, a bullet meant for someone else... and a love that can no longer stay hidden.
Sometimes, one viral video changes everything.
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