Sang-e-Dil (سنگِ دل)
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He vowed to ruin the woman who destroyed his family.
She never committed the crime.
In Shahgarh, where honor is everything, one hidden truth is enough to change every destiny.
Some stories begin with love.
Theirs began with revenge.
She became his punishment.
He became her prison.
But fate had written a different ending.
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