ABHIMAAN SINGH RATHORE
Abhimaan stood on the balcony, the city lights reflecting off his crisp, dark blazer. His hands were tucked into his pockets, jaw tight, eyes scanning the chaos below. For him, love had always been a trap, something that made him weak, dependent, and vulnerable. He wasn't about to fall into it again. Not now. Not ever.
MISHIKA MARWAH
Meanwhile, inside the house, Mishika hummed softly, her bright scarf loosely draped over her shoulders as she stirred a cup of cocoa for her little brother. She believed in love, not in grand gestures or fairy-tale endings, but in quiet, heartfelt moments like this. Family first. Always.
Their worlds are different, and yet, neither knew how cloAa se fate was about to bring them.
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