One lock, Two keys

One lock, Two keys

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"A love story from Rajasthan" Where there is Culture, Love and Khushi ka Basera. Vidhi, a Rajasthani Christian is connected to a guy through Maha Kundali but... that's not all, another girl is connected to him too and she is Vidhi's Closest cousin Mansi. Mansi has always trusted her religious beliefs and Destiny. For her everything is pre-planned, will she ever be able to break every rules for the love of her life? Sumedh a guy of perfection, wants everything perfect, he found a girl who's exactly like him but is she the one? After the sad demise of his mother, he is left alone to fend for himself and is taken care by a dream. Nobody knows what Dhruv felt, wasn't it evident? A guy falling for his best friend but which one? Will they be close? Or due to superstition they will be apart? A planned yet unplanned love story. See how love blooms where unexpected and doesn't where expected! ❤ | In Humor #58 | © 2017 Ravina Poojary, main idea by 27KICKS
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Mehroomi

The love and freedom they both deprived of. A love story that never got written the way it could've. Miran Hamidi was twelve when his father sent him away. He was too angry to settle down and too stubborn to live under the same roof. . Aayat grew up in the same house, but they never really knew each other. He was the absent cousin who never looked her way. Their paths only crossed during Eid greetings and polite nods. They didn't have a connection. There was no warmth or hatred, just a distant respect rooted in tradition. Five years after his return, the silence changed. It started small-a cold glance, a sharp word, misunderstood gestures. What had been indifference slowly turned into tension and discomfort. ____________________ Aayat - "Miran bhai... main-main ne sirf ek class bunk ki thi." Miran : "Tumne sirf ek class bunk ki thi... aur izzat ka kafan bhi utar diya saath mein?" _____________________ Miran: "Scene mukammal hai. Ab agar koi taali baja de toh drama bhi khatam ho. Aayat : "Sir dard ho raha tha. Woh bas-" Miran:"Sir ya jism ka? Saaf bata do, aaj toh tum dono tayyar dikh rahe ho." ______________________ But love doesn't come from names on a nikahnama. And hatred doesn't need to be loud to exist. A story of missed timings, a woman who craved dignity and patriarchal man who only controls. This isn't a love story. It's the slow unraveling of two strangers forced into closeness, under the same roof, under the same name.

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