The Man Who Found Her
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She was married to the man who broke her.
And saved by the man who found her.
Aira never chose Kabir. Their marriage was arranged, but she never imagined the man she was forced to call her husband would become her worst nightmare.
Behind closed doors, Kabir's cruelty knew no limits. He broke her trust, betrayed her, and slowly turned the home she once dreamed of into a prison.
Until one day, Aira stops waiting for him to change.
She runs.
Broken, frightened, and with nowhere to go, she crosses paths with Rudra-the man who finds her when she needs someone the most.
He doesn't ask her to forget.
He doesn't demand her trust.
He simply stays.
And as Rudra helps her heal, something neither of them expected begins to grow between them.
Aira thought she had lost her chance at love.
She was wrong.
Sometimes, the man who finds you after you've lost everything becomes the reason you finally find yourself.
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